Last night’s Slicer Meet-Up was a great way to meet three slicers I’ve never met on camera before – Cheryl, Chris, and Lori – and “see” Lainie again! Even through I read their blogs and feel I know a few things about them, it’s such a deeper experience when you can hear voices and see eyes. Thank you, Lainie, for setting this up, and a heartfelt Cheers to friends I know a little better now!
This month, I’m celebrating living poets by writing a Cento poem from a chosen collection of their work. I’m proud to say that the poet today is from my own home state.
Look closely at the photos of the books by Chelsea Rathburn below, and you will notice that there are color tabs marking many of the pages. When this current Poet Laureate of Georgia came to visit our local coffee shop during National Poetry Month two years ago, I tabbed the pages that I requested she share during her reading. You can read more about Chelsea Rathburn here.
Ol’ Possum Playing Poker, Drinking Bourbon, and Smoking Cigars In His Old Age
I picture him still sitting in some cafe
women in rustling skirts, old men with walkers
And that big curved room with the water lilies.
Hateful? He had a mean streak, maybe
thin tail pointing toward us, face turned away.
Lines for this poem were taken from, in this order: The Talker; Eclogue with Paris and Prayer; Eclogue with a Line from a Postcard; Eclogue with Street Theatre; Small Deaths.
Common Threads 
Kim,
I’m so impressed by the breadth and depth of your poetry collection. Thanks for introducing me to so many poets!
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