Friends-- I'm honored to serve as Poet Laureate--in a group that is rich in poets and poems. April is celebrated in the US as National Poetry Month, so before April slips away, I'd like to convene an ongoing OS session, a virtual poetry reading and open microphone.
The space is now open for poems, your own writing or favorite pieces written by others. The only requirement is that the poem has special meaning for you. If there's a story behind it, you might want to share that as well. So . . . no deadlines, no required topic, no voting, just the pleasure of hearing favorite words. I'll start things rolling with a poem of my own, inspired by contest entries about peace, and Listserve comments on the practice of peace. I'm hoping that out-of-the-closet poets, lurkers, and those who just love words will join me in this virtual circle to share your favorites. A NEW GRAMMAR Practice peace . . . wage peace I'm starting to notice that peace Needs verbs. Watching the dim screen Split by fire, I notice that peace Needs thrills. Not the 'rockets' red glare,' But something more difficult And more simple. So we sit in a small room Facing each other and fully listen To one another's grief. At long last, I hear my voice speak My own passion and sorrow Into the silence. The borders of the map have not moved But my own borders Are shifting inside me. We're in new terrain, suddenly dropped Behind enemy lines With everything we need. This new story will need verbs To tell what has never happened Until now. Joelle Lyons Everett @ April 2003 * * ========================================================== osl...@listserv.boisestate.edu ------------------------------ To subscribe, unsubscribe, change your options, view the archives of osl...@listserv.boisestate.edu, Visit: http://listserv.boisestate.edu/archives/oslist.html
