Marcia Lee Laycock ran a poetry course for us in August. She led her students through several types of poetry. These are some of the works produced by the students.
Linger by Linda Joncas
Stay awhile without a care;
Present
To the One who cares;
Desiring me
All of me.
The disconcerting depth
Of being known;
Plundered by love
Captured by love
Clothed by love
I linger here
In rest.
Roses Grow Wild by Elizabeth Turner
Roses grow Wild
By the Seashore
Perfectly placed
Handiwork
Of a Master Cottage Gardener
Deep pink sentries on guard
A genteel reminder
Tea and Crumpets
Amidst windswept dunes
Hot sand Hot feet
Rescued by the Boardwalk
Welcomed by squawks of seagulls
Waiting for lunch
Charmed by tiny plovers
Hopping at tide’s edge
We choose a spot
Not too close not too far away
From umbrellas and coolers and wagons
Families with babies in white bonnets and buckets in tow
Rolling by reading retirees and sun-bathing beauties
All ages collide
In a Happy Cocktail of
Sunshine and Wind and Salt Air
Wheels by Andrea Kidd
The wheels are whirling, turning round in my head,
My words today must take the form of a sonnet
I cannot rest or sleep until I’ve done it!
Like wheels on a bus they must turn and stay on the road.
The road has lots of bumps and potholes too.
So does my brain, it halts along the way.
I’m mired in the mud, and stay at home today
Until I’ve written one more poem or two.
These wheels in my mind do spin and slip and slide
The words they tangle and scramble about in a mess
They weave in and out, go back, get lost, then collide
This work is a challenge, you know, I’m forced to confess.
I wonder, Shakespeare, how you learned to write
With rhymes, with lines and where to put the stress?
For more of Andrea's writing, read her articles in the High Country News.
Winter Snippet by Lucy Kramer
Gliding in skis,
Like a great blue heron
In a warm, winter sun
Snow sparkle spread
As white diamond glitter.
Walking briskly
Crunching steps
On hardpack snow
Inhaling doses of
Freshness in the
Nippying air.
Clicking blades
On an outdoor rink
Chortling children
With frosted cheeks
Front spinning
The faint smell of cedar burning
Engulfs the soul
Embracing winter fun.
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