How to Plan a National Poetry Month Event in Your Town and Throughout All The Land- Stafford Challenge Day 65, Slice of Life Challenge Day 21

Special Thanks to Two Writing Teachers

Last year, Denise Krebs asked me to share what I had done to plan a National Poetry Month celebration in my rural Georgia town. Today, I’m sharing a list prose poem (I think I just totally made that combo form up) of How To Plan A Poetry Event In Your Town. I’m currently, still, and always in the planning stages, so these are some of the things I’ve done to plan this year’s event (and last year’s too). At the end of April, I’ll share a picture tour of these events that began in February this year (we couldn’t wait…). Stay tuned.

Painted canvas in the palette of awakenings poetry – ready for lettering!
21 Steps to a Town Poetry Celebration: A List  Prose Poem 

1. Ask the local Arts Council to pick a theme that fits your town. Imagine the infinite possibilities when they pick Awakenings after two years of the same theme of Bloom.
2. Say a prayer of thanks that your community works together to make poetry happen and has given you the title The Crazy Poetry Lady. (Move over, Crazy Cat Ladies!)
3. Ask a friend to write a poem on the theme (the one who writes a book instead).
4. When he writes the book, set him up with a poetry reading and book signing event.
5. Ask another local poet to read and sign his new book, too, in the coffee shop.
6. Think back to Fran Haley's post on The Poetry Fox and invite him to town with his Fox suit and his vintage typewriter to bang out poems in under 70 seconds when folks throughout the land give him a word and then watch them be amazed when he stamps it with his little fox paw print, suitable at once for framing.
7. When he agrees to come from North Carolina, create canvases for the Chamber of Commerce windows of all the poets' verses. Paint the backdrops in shades of sunrise awakenings. Pretend you are a New York City window dresser and borrow easels and buy fishing line and eye hooks to hang the artwork, then stand back and wonder if any Crazy Cat Ladies will loan you some poetry cats
to curl up in the window display.
8. Set up a Progressive Poetry Walk around the town square (read it in sections on stands). Since people will come throughout the land to see the fox, they’ll need something to read while they wait in the long line.
9. Make YouTube shorts of directions on how to write poetry for those who think they can't.
10. Set up community poetry writing kiosks with QR codes to scan for directions and create a community Padlet to showcase the writing online.
11. Ask the Georgia Poet Laureate to come read her poems in the coffee shop, too. Jump out of your skin with excitement when she sends you two poems that will appear in her new book and allows you to put them on a canvas in the Chamber window.
12. Plan an Open Mic night so those throughout the land can come listen....read.....recite. Note that 2 other community partners planned them without your prompting this year….and smile that your seeds are blooming. Pray your garden will grow and grow theoughout the land.
13. Bask in the glow of what poetry does in a town and a state and a nation and a heart.
14. Invite all your writing group friends to come to 1828 Coffee Company on April 25 at 6:00 to read their poems and drink the best coffee in all the land with you. Because Glenda Funk keeps a suitcase packed and ready, you know.
15. If they can't be here in person, invite them instead to record themselves reading a favorite poem or one they've written and send it to you or upload it to YouTube so you can make a QR code and put it in frames all around your town and throughout the land.
16. Create canvases of their verses to go in the Chamber windows, too, on your theme: awakenings.
17. Wonder why you haven't created a collection and put it out on Amazon.
18. Start a Word document of all the poems you'd put in a poetry collection on your theme.
19. Decide to self publish a short collection and choose a title and create an action plan.
20. Bask in the joy of poetry and all the healing it brings to a heart and a town and a state and a nation and a world and a universe.
21. Don't wonder where you'd be without the gift of poetry. You don't even want to know.

and then wonder if you can rewrite 21 into a poem all its own…..try a Haiku….

you don’t want to know
where you’d be without the gifts
of life-changing verse

its healing magic
reaches in, awakens souls
throughout all the land

Slice of Life Challenge Day 16, Stafford Challenge Day 60, March Open Write Day 1

Special thanks to Two Writing Teachers for the magic of writing
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James Coats is our host today at http://www.ethicalela.com, where on this first day of the March Open Write, he asks us to write about the anarchist in us. You can read his full prompt here. When I was reading the prompt, my fingers were already running to the computer before the rest of me had even left the bed. I’m convinced that the most compelling poetry, and all writing really, lives in those shadows, lurks in the pain. My sympathies ahead of time to any PK parents out there and sincere apologies to any well-behaved PKs who turned out good.

When You Want to be Gryffindor But Your Slytherin Roots Say No…….. Slythindor

Okenfenokee swampland mud

plus Southern Baptist preacher’s blood

mix them and you’re bound to find

they breed an offbeat, lawless mind

this reptile in me, like Slytherin magic

broke dad’s sermons something tragic

stealing church chalk so I could play teacher

(kind of what you expect from the kid of a preacher)

I learned to smile, doodle tie in my hair

when I wanted to strike and crawl out of there

but

let me assure you, if you’ve ever wondered

there’s an upside to this P.K, life I’ve encumbered

Parseltongue’s real in this parsonage child

who early in life felt outcast and defiled

born in swampland of snakes

I was raised among serpents

now I speak both the language

of saints and insurgents

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St. Patrick’s Day Charms – The Stafford Challenge Day 59, Slice of Life Challenge Day 15

Special thanks to Two Writing Teachers for making writing magical!

Earlier this month, Margaret Simon shared a post about a book of poetry by Georgia Heard and Rebecca Kai Doltish entitled Welcome to the Wonder House. Each featured room is full of wonderful things – the room of science, the room of imagination, the room of nature, and so many more! I ordered a copy right away, and I discovered what a charming book it is…..hence, today’s visit to the Room of Charms. Thank you, Margaret, for sharing the book. Happy St. Patrick’s Day, everyone, and may all good luck and charms be with you all weekend.

Tomorrow begins the March Open Write at http://www.ethicalela.com, and I hope to see you there. James Coats will be hosting with a prompt to inspire us on Saturday morning. I like to blend all of my daily writing into one blog post that serves as a poem for the Stafford Challenge, a slice for Slice of Life, and a poem for the Open Write so that I can triple-dip into three different writing groups with one poem or slice. That’s my writing strategy when multiple writing opportunities intersect on the calendar.

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Welcome to the Room of Charms

step inside this room with me ~

let's take a look at all we see

locks and keys and pretty please

pixie dust and rosebud teas

pearls and gold in velvet case

satin masks and angel's lace

gossamer wings and sparkly things

royal flush of queens and kings

seashells with the ocean's roar

oak tree with a fairy door

talismans and amulets

spirit-filled dreamcatcher nets

poetry and chanted verse

rabbit's foot and mermaid's purse

leprechauns and unicorns

green shamrocks and capped acorns

mood rings and milagros

horseshoes and mist rainbows

carp scales and ancient runes

crystal balls and pan flute tunes

welcome to the charming room!
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Countryside Charms – Slice of Life Challenge Day 14, The Stafford Challenge Day 58

Special thanks to Two Writing Teachers for inspiring writers.
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Countryside Charms

daffodil daybreaks rouse meadow-mist eyes
bluebird sings blessings with praise-reverent cries

daylily sunbursts coax seedlings to rise
paint carpets of clover in emerald surprise

marigold sunsets kiss rolling hill skies
lift sweet bedtime prayers on wings of fireflies

Luc-Bat Family Gatherings – Slice of Life Challenge Day 13, Stafford Challenge Day 57

Special thanks to Two Writing Teachers for inspiring writers.

As I move through the challenge of writing a poem a day for a year, I’m trying different forms and experimenting. Today, my poem for The Stafford Challenge is a luc-bat, a Vietnamese poetry form that alternates six and eight syllables with internal and end rhyme scheme. I refinished my late grandmother’s table recently, and I often think about all the family members who have ever sat at this table – and all the stories told here. I wonder, sometimes, whether family members in Heaven get passes to visit and check on the living. And whether there is a kitchen full of spirits listening in, checking on us to see what we’re doing.

I hope so!

Family Gatherings

table transformation
for our congregation of folks
family pride evokes
stories build laughs and jokes from past
so those long gone will last through time
ancestors living ~prime of life
conjured husband and wife ~spirits
pasts with presents - - its future
gatherings to endure ages

A Sunday Well-Spent and a Poetry Invitation – Slice of Life Challenge Day 12, Stafford Challenge Day 56

Special thanks to Two Writing Teachers for inspiring writers!

Sunday was a day well-spent! We watched my dad preach in my childhood church via YouTube, and I texted my brother and his fiancee to check on them as they travel to New Orleans for the week. We had breakfast with our schnoodles by the fire, and then I painted 18 canvases to dress the Chamber of Commerce windows for National Poetry Month. Finally, we had a wonderful Zoom gathering arranged by Lainie Levin to meet other slicers face to face and enjoy conversation.

Part of my role in my school system is to oversee the L4GA Literacy grant, which offers funding for literacy events in the community. National Poetry Month is a fabulous time to plan some Open Mic nights, author poetry readings, and writing workshops. Last year, we created a progressive poetry walk around our town square, featuring a local poet’s poem he’d written about our rural town to the theme of Bloom!

For this year’s theme, Awakenings (our local Arts Council chose this year’s theme), we’re switching from a progressive poetry walk to a window dressing, thanks to our sensational Chamber of Commerce team, who has agreed to allow us to decorate the windows as a town square feature this year. These canvases will have poetry written on them in black letters.

If you are looking for a slice topic sometime this week and enjoy writing poetry, I would love to have some short poems (4-6 lines) on the theme of Awakenings. I’m curating a collection of poems on this theme by living poets to feature in our window. Some will be local poets who share readings in our coffee shop, while others will be from right here in the Slice of Life or another writing group….maybe you! I’ll change them out from week to week, so if yours is featured, I’ll share a photo of your poem on display sometime at the end of May on a Tuesday slicing day. You can add your poem in the comments on any day of my blog throughout March.

I’m sharing our palette color scheme below.

Poetry Invitation Elfchen 

painting
bright canvases
National Poetry Month
local business window dressings
~ awakenings ~

Huitain Graham Cracker Purity – Slice of Life Challenge Day 11, The Stafford Challenge Day 55

Special thanks to Two Writing Teachers for inspiring writers.

Our three schnoodles aren’t spoiled, but they do expect a hand-fed breakfast every morning, so my husband gives them bites of graham crackers or Teddy Grahams. As they were sitting by the fire on Sunday morning having their royal feast, I wondered about the origins of graham crackers. I was thinking that perhaps since the Huitain is a French form of poetry and poodles are a German breed but are the national dog of France, then maybe if the crackers were of French origin, I could work all of that into a poem and serve it up like a fresh-baked croissant, all buttery and warm.

It was not to be.

I learned more about graham crackers than I should know.

Boo Radley and Ollie eating graham crackers

The crackers do not have French origins, and they were not invented to feed little dogs a healthy breakfast snack. They were invented by a preacher, Reverend Graham, who baked them to dissuade physical affection. I got quite an eye-opening education about these seemingly innocent little wafers. Who knew?

Huitain Graham Cracker Purity

three schnoodles when hungry like graham squares
breakfast with Dad inspired Mom to inquire
to see where they started, these squares and bears
***
oh my! a sermon: brimstone and hellfire!
to repress our deepest carnal desire
crackers were baked to dissuade our urges
to keep us out of the funeral pyre
***
stay dressed! eat crackers! say NO to merges!

Daffodil Swing Choir – The Stafford Challenge Day 54, Slice of Life Challenge Day 10

Many thanks to Two Writing Teachers for giving writers space to bud and bloom!
The earth laughs in flowers. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Today’s poem is a triolet, inspired by Barb Edler’s post yesterday. Before Barb’s mother died, she planted daffodils, and these are Barb’s favorite flowers. I, too, lost my mother (December 2015) and miss her very much – my mother’ s favorites were wild petunias and yellow roses. When I need to count blessings and decompress, I take my keys off the hook by the door and start up my little blue Caribbean RAV4 and go riding the country roads. I look for the blooms, the rolling hills, the hawks on wires, the cows in the meadows. It puts the world back in perspective for me – – I am here but for a blink of an eye, and whatever is worrying me, too, shall pass.

Today, let’s remember our mothers who have gone before us but who still wave to us in flowers! We still see you, Moms! #flowerhugs

Daffodils on Highway 109 in Meansville, Georgia

Daffodil Swing Choir Triolet

countryside daffodils dance and smile

their friendly welcoming rural hellos

across hills and meadows, mile after mile

countryside daffodils dance and smile

swaying in their swing choir style

robed in greens and sunshine yellows

countryside daffodils dance and smile

their friendly welcoming rural hellos

#countryside charm. #daffodilsmiles. #momsstillspeak

Telling Secrets – The Stafford Challenge Day 51, Slice of Life Challenge Day 7

Special thanks to Two Writing Teachers for giving writers inspiration and space to share

Today’s poem is a random line poem, constructed from a line heard or read randomly. My husband is an NCIS fan, and he’s in season 20. I’m usually reading or writing when he’s watching his show. I heard Kasey say she was going to drink a ginger ale (a drink I don’t think she likes). I jotted it down and wrote this random line poem.

Secrets

I'm telling secrets~

I'll give it all (everything)

especially that tacky lamp

~drink a ginger ale

feel the stomach knots untie~

to release the past

these misplaced values

that stood in the way

of your being

there

Clifton’s Cliffhanger – The Stafford Challenge Day 50, SOLC Day 6

Special thanks to Two Writing Teachers for giving writers an encouraging and safe space.

I’m borrowing a line or two from Lucille Clifton today, from her book Quilting: Poems 1987-1990, to write a borrowed line poem. This line in italics is from her poem “eyes”:
I could say so much to you
if you could understand me

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Resyntaxed Semantics

I could say so much to you
if you could understand me


but the mixmaster
spun the vinyl
resyntaxed
semantics

now
I'm the one
who doesn't
recognize
the tune

I once knew
the original
lyrics
of
y
o
u