Welcome to my Poet Lady Chat Room. I would like to invite you to click on the chat box and type in a question, a suggestion, submit a poem, in other words – “chat with me.” I may, if you submit a poem, decide to feature it in my Poem of the Week section or, we may simply exchange ideas and suggestions about your poem.
This is a place to “talk” poetry with someone who has loved it all her life. I have a true passion for the possibilities of poetry and would love to hear your thoughts and/or read your poem. I will be happy to offer my reaction to your work and, based on over 40 years of teaching poetry, organizing, and conducting poetry workshops, working as a book review editor for an international poetry magazine, authoring five books of poetry and two textbooks on teaching poetry, send along my thoughts on ways to make your poem stronger and more impactful.
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Your friend in poetry, Susan
FEATURED POEM
SPIRITS DO LOVE
-Srijit Raha
The night was cool with elfin breeze
Smooching one’s soul to eternal freeze
I strolled through the haze of moonlit lane
Where oaks bury dead in melodious trail.
Amidst the gloom I whistled my way
But found the woods so strangely still
That seemed like shadows just ceased their play
As if they sensed rival within.
Half a mile I walked almost
When I noticed a figure in the murk.
A girl in teens with crimson smile
Wavering her hair clinging to the waist.
I quickened my pace to gain her soon
To drench my soul by her voice.
But found her fused with fogs of Hurst
Together with cluster of glow-worm orbs.
My sense stuck aroma of tuberose, elm
And wits got charmed with bussing breeze.
I found myself in weary dream
My hat rolled afar in blustery scream.
When the eyes caught glimpse in dazzling light
I found me lying in fronds of clove.
A chit lay cramped in palm of mine,
Scrawled in it “Spirits Do Love”.
Srijit Raha