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I attend my first poetry gathering!  It was a lovely April afternoon (again… finally!!) at the Crossroads Coffee House in Cross Plains.  It was a great venue for the little group – they were hospitable and accommodating.  I had very little idea what to expect.  I am a little disappointed no one in a beret showed up; I guess I’m going to have to pick up that gauntlet.  There were some Birkenstocks, though.

The two stars reading were Marilyn Taylor and David Scherer.  Both read for about 20 minutes a great mix of old and newer poetry (even some racy stuff!).  Obligingly, both stayed on for the open-mic session where about ten different poets covered a wide range of poetry.  A few poets recited other’s works.  One gentlemen recited Frost’s Stopping by a Woods on a Snowy Evening from memory and another woman read Mary Oliver’s Wild Geese.  Both had the crowd chanting along to these favorites.

The other poets read wide-ranging topic’d and sized poems.  A first-time reader (with a quirky sense of humor) was also well received.

I learned the protocol and appropriate responses:  most poems get a nod with a “mmm.”  Funny lines get a chuckle.  Applause is given at the end of each reader.  And… I am good enough to do this, too.  Now that I’ve watched from the shore, it’s time to dive in.


April finally! And a warm-ish day (finally). Although nothing is green, yet. The dafodills are groaning their way through the snow-soaked ground.

I subscribe to a writer’s prompt email from Poets & Writers magazine that regularly offers unique pespective shifts and ideas for writing poetry, fiction, and non-fiction. This week it pushed me more than usual with this prompt:

Poetry Prompt
Choose a poem–a classic work or something you’ve newly discovered–and memorize it. As you do so, note the rhythms, sounds, and structure that help you remember it. To test your memory, and in honor of National Poetry Month, consider reciting it to a friend in person, leaving a recording of it on a friend’s voice mail, or sending an audio file of it to one or more friends via e-mail.

Feeling semi-brave and semi-vulnerable here is a reading of my poem, “Dream of Bamboo.” You will probably have to download it to open it.