Whether you are an accomplished poet or a new one, wish to write or to hone a poem, our monthly workshop will inspire you.
To attend this virtual event please contact Sue Cummings via email scummings817@comcast.net. This group meets the 1st Thursday of every month from 1:00 pm - 3:00 pm. You may also join the program in-person at the LBI Library in the meeting room each month.
Our Prompt for July is to write a poem about a summer memory.
As a Bonus Challenge use three or more of the following words chosen at random from Jane Smiley's Novel, Moo.
wicked, billionaire, summoned, bite-like, clouds, slurping, slashing, foster, cast, duplicate, catalogue, reservoir, industrious, profiteth, bulletin, complimented, cabbage, gesture, sweater, started, credentials, whiskered, somersault, self-satisfied, enamel, tightening, courage, gully, hailstorm, flabby, model, fingerprints, sealed, ripen, delve, estate, bedspread, L.A., lime, old-fashioned, transfix, fourth, indifferent, French, redouble, pink, angry, scarlet, grime, eyeballs, devolving, chocolate, slam, scratching, laced, quarrel, antibiotics, Christmas, turkey burger, halves, receptionist, delve, ditto, pizza, stoop, stormy, fondness, bacon, bucket, clam, shambles, wages, umpteeth, splayed
Here's a wee bit of inspiration
Summer in a Small Town
by Tony Hoagland
Yes, the young mothers are beautiful,
with all the self-acceptance of exhaustion,
still dazed from their great outpouring,
pushing their strollers along the public river walk.
And the day is also beautiful—the replica 19th-century paddle-wheeler
perpetually moored at the city wharf
with its glassed-in bar and grill
for the lunch-and-cocktail-seekers
who come for the Mark Twain Happy Hour
which lasts as long as the Mississippi.
This is the kind of town where the rush hour traffic halts
to let three wild turkeys cross the road,
and when the high school music teacher retires
after thirty years
the movie marquee says, “Thanks Mr. Biddleman!”
and the whole town comes to hear
the tuba solos of old students.
Summer, when the living is easy
and we store up pleasure in our bodies
like fat, like Eskimos,
for the coming season of privation.
All August the Ferris wheel will turn
in the little amusement park,
and screaming teenage girls will jump into the river
with their clothes on,
right next to the No Swimming sign.
Trying to cool the heat inside the small towns
of their bodies,
for which they have no words;
obedient to the voice inside which tells them,
“Now. Steal Pleasure.”
Mon, Jun 24 | 9:00AM to 5:00PM |
Tue, Jun 25 | 9:00AM to 9:00PM |
Wed, Jun 26 | 9:00AM to 9:00PM |
Thu, Jun 27 | 9:00AM to 5:00PM |
Fri, Jun 28 | 9:00AM to 5:00PM |
Sat, Jun 29 | 9:00AM to 5:00PM |
Sun, Jun 30 | Closed |
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