Our Poetry Friday host is Jama today. She’s sure to have quite the poetry feast.
“I write poems because I need art in order to seek full expression.”~ Peter Sears, Oregon Poet Laureate
I am full of anticipation as I get to go to a poetry workshop with Peter Sears this weekend. So long overdue and much needed.
Saturday begins at breakfast with a writing friend who’s also attending the workshop. The workshop states we’ll leave with quite a start on many poems.
Here’s a glimpse of one of Peter Sears’ poems:
I Hum to My Shivering
I am walking along the road at night,
shivering. Humming to my shivering.
I walk into a spider web in a doorway
— that’s what it feels like. I wave
my hand across my face. Snow!
I’ve caught it just as it starts.
It smells good. Maybe things will
be okay. I worried all day. I couldn’t
keep anything down. Look,
the snow seems to part as if
opening up a passageway.
Is that how it feels going over
to the other side? When I go,
maybe I’ll dissolve like one of
these snowflakes. I look up into
so many against the night. Flakes
land in my palm one at a time.
I feel like a happy god.
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In other news, am thrilled about how an impromptu poetry lesson to s turning out for a Veteran’s Day project. Will share soon.
Happy Friday.
Happy Poetry.
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