Poetry Club September 2020

Another fine meeting via ZOOM…..what would we do without the internet?

Cindy started us off with another venture into a different form of poetry…the limerick. She taught us a bit about the history and the way one writes a limerick, then challenged us all to write one! She felt it is a good way to take your mind off things these days. She then read us her work, as well as some other limericks of the times. Here is her limerick:

There was a young lady from London
Who insisted on having her bun done.
Her friends told her no,
It shouldn’t be so.
But she did love her bun being undone.
Too fun! I have to admit as I was ruminating in bed last night my mind wrote one, which I have NO memory of this morning…oh well.
Cathy said that she also sought out something calming at cheery. Initially she tried her new book of Emily Dickinson poems, but realized, nope, not the ticket and hard to understand to boot. So Don Blanding it was, a prolific traveler and descriptive writer who builds a visual scene with words. I couldn’t help but notice that he referenced flowers and buildings as brazen women quite often….figured he was lonely. He loved Hawaii and lived there and the poems Cathy read were illustrative of Blanding’s knack for observing and writing with simplicity and beauty. “Somewhere on Punchbowl Hill”, “PURPLE BOUGAINVILLEA VINE” and one other. You can read some of his poems here.
Barbara reads The New Yorker and was pleased by a recent poem by Terrence Hays, National Book Award Winner. His introduction explained the way he writes….chasing a kind of language that can be unburdened by people’s expectations. “Pseudacris Crucifer” can be heard or read at the link! Outwardly a poem about a family at a flea market who sees a bucket of tree frogs, this poem is very deep, with lovely transitions between scenes, as well as forks into metaphor which are subtle and wonderful ideas of life in the south. Well worth a listen. We all particularly loved the food chain scene.
I read a poem I heard on the internet, and tried to read it with the same intensity. “Kindness” by Naomi Shihab Nye, seemed to reflect the things we are going through…and give hope for how it can all work out in the end. The poem spoke to me in the way we must experience certain things before we can experience others.
We finished off our meeting with a discussion of cataract surgery (I have one now!) and what great things we are watching on BBC.