Thoughts spill out of me willy-nilly creating all that I need, all that I want.
What a year, birth, death the usual/unusual drama in my life. Tears/laughter. Struggles to say good-bye inch by square by inch. One whole year gone from my time at Goddard College. Will I find myself in my manuscript, will I contribute to anyone’s well-being?
December’s poetry workshop a love affair of words and meetings — creating new friends and old friends more precious than ever as looking back becomes a joy in reliving. The poetry fills my life/ life fills my poetry. The return of being totally here – each moment filled with the innocence of the un-ripened and the stories of the seasoned. I’m bursting with all things human.
Today I visited a church I hadn’t been in for many years — the perfect place for meditating on poetry. The hymns, the litanies, the holy statues, the stations of the cross, the stained glass windows all focused toward going deeper into myself to create from my past. Focus being my need as I am so easily deterred from writing by bings and dings from phones and screens and door-bells.
The Nor’easter washed most of the colorful leaves off the trees. They mat on the sidewalk and street ready to catch any wind when they dry off. We are steaming towards the darkest time of the year and the best time to stay indoors and write. Next month is November, NaNoWriMo month. Prepare so that when the first arrives you will have thoughts in your head to start writing “The Great American Novel.”
Or write a poem every day to keep your metaphors going. Write a novel in verse like Vikram Seth did, “The Golden Gate.”
Beginning December 3, 2014 I am offering a number of workshops on the pleasures of poetry at the Lunenburg, MA Library at 6pm. Older teens and adults are welcome-free of charge, but a commitment to the workshops is requested.
Call or visit the Library for more information.
September cannot decide whether it wants to be cool or warm. I’ll take warm – all the days that can be warm should be warm. How am I going to make it through winter? The writing will help. A poem a day perhaps? That’s certainly a challenge, but I’ll look at that when official winter arrives.
I’m reading Wislawa Szymborska poems. They could be real downers if you let them, full of dark thoughts about the void. When the days begin to shorten and the afternoons grow dim, its time to implant the joy of different seasons not the dark side of life.
I’ve looked back at my posts and see that I’m missing more and more months of writing in this spot. I’ll blame my husband’s retirement. He’s pulled me in a web of different directions and I’m scrambling to keep up. Okay, Okay, I shouldn’t blame him, after all I’ve just returned from a vacation in Hawaii – well …. there was a hurricane (first one in twenty years) that touched down on the big island, and there was an earthquake, and cold, and searing heat — a great place for unexpected adventure, but I wouldn’t want to write there. And the vacation at Lake Winnipesaukee that was an energetic time — five granddaughters leading us to paddle boarding, kayaking, swimming out beyond the comfort zone. Not to mention house guests – ah – never a dull moment. I seem to recall my grandparents sitting on the porch having a relaxing time playing games with the smallest children – mmm – times have sped up.
Well any way I do have notes, and ramblings, and of course photos, to use as jumping off points for poems. Here’s a modified haiku I sent to the family while I was away: Caught in Hurricane / different experiences / expectations dashed.
Try a haiku today!
Books were read like the Book of Knowing and Worth by Paul Selig, the Indian Givers by Jack Weatherford and The Making of a Poet leading up to my second semester at Goddard College in Vermont. Workshops of and about poetry filled the ten days in Vermont and prepared me to spend the next few months reading fifteen books from Constantine Cavafy to James Arlington Wright.
Sunshine and warm days, summers best, washed over us, left us too soon.
The sun is my magic pill. If it shines I feel like I’m young again, but without its rays I ache from toe to head. Today I can skip on the dandelioned grass and walk five miles. This is truly the best time of year with the fuzz still on the trees – no full grown leaves here. The forsythia bright yellow along with the daffodils and the finch—all under the warm sun.
The April, “Read a favorite poem event,” exceeded expectations in attendance and energetic good cheer. Thank you all for supporting the Louise Bogan Poets.
This Saturday, May 10, the Massachusetts State Poetry Society meets at the Lunenburg Library. Everyone is welcome to take an inside look at MSPS, this poetry group that has been meeting for more than five decades, though Saturday is the first time the group will be here in North Worcester County. The meeting runs from 11AM and closes at 2PM and includes a writing exercise, a potluck lunch, and a presentation by the Louise Bogan Poets. The writing exercise titled “In the Mood” is led by the MSPS President Jeanette Maes, a friendly and very able poet and leader. Hope to see you Saturday.
Today the snow seeps back into the ground – a lovely situation. I saw the first two white crocus. They coordinate with the leftover lawn snow. Some years I see purple crocus in February, not this year – too cold. But now spring looks me in the eyes.
I’m writing a little, a lot, sometimes not—sticking with the Goddard Syllabus. There’s never a dull moment here. A pile of delicious books wait for any stray hours—haven’t found those hours yet—I might steal some, though.
The Louise Bogan Poets look to their April 14th, “Read a Favorite Poem Night.” All are welcome as usual. This is the fifth year for this April event at the Lunenburg, MA Library. Also we are quite excited about the MSPS quarterly meeting to be held here May 10. This first time event in North Central Massachusetts is usually held north of Boston. It’s open to the public. Please come.
Write a spring poem without saying spring or naming any flowers.