October Meeting Date Changed

Howdy. We would like to remind everybody that the Saturday Writers Forum meeting this month has been moved to the THIRD Saturday, NEXT week, the 21st. This was to accommodate the guest speaker, poet Anna Elkins, who was already booked for the second Saturday. We will resume our normal second Saturday meetings in November. Thank you!
 

Anna’s program will include optional audience participation with writing exercises throughout.

Anna introduces her topic with a quote from Richard R. Nebuhr. Pilgrims are poets who create by taking journeys. She describes her presentation as follows: “What is the difference between see and seek? What is the quest at the heart of the question? This session will explore where writing takes us by delving beneath our surface impressions to the underglimmers, the spirit-aquifers, and the paths of the heart. It is there—deep into the interior roads—where we make pilgrimage to the sacred with our words.”

Anna Elkins is a traveling poet and painter. She earned a BA in art and English and an MFA and Fulbright Fellowship in poetry. Anna has written, painted, and taught on six continents. Her art hangs on walls around the world, and she has published four books, including the poetry collection, The Space Between. Anna lives with her easel and writing desk in the mythical State of Jefferson.

Meanwhile, take a peek at our guest speaker’s website!
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Member Monday: Let Go, by Larry Solberg

Many poets take great efforts in arranging their poems visually on the page as well as how they sound by ear. Sometimes presenting those poems can be a challenge in various media. Marie Warner’s poem from last week took a lot of work from both of us to get the blog’s presentation of it just the way Marie wanted it.

Cropped Larry Solberg 2Poems submitted by Writers Forum members Larry and Phillis Solberg presented similar challenges. Reproducing the line breaks and paragraphing exactly the way Larry and Phyllis submitted them pushed me outside of my technical comfort zone. Let me know if you think the presentation was successful.

Geo.

 

Larry Solberg

Member Monday: Carolyn Faubel

The Bowl

©2017 Carolyn Faubel

After the wedding

They brought her the bowl.

Arms wrapped around its sleek heaviness,

They delivered it to her house,

Laid down a tea towel and

Rested it upon that, with

Tenderness.

 

She stroked the glassy, curved interior,

Marveling at its weight,

Capacity, and

Beauty.

They left the heirloom

While she dreamed of

Sourdough, tamales,

Matzo balls,

And magnificent sponge cakes.

 

And when they asked,

(Because of course, they always ask)

How is the bowl?

It’s

Broken.

The shattered shards of her words cut deep.

 

But, I LIVED, she whispered, remembering

Her children’s hands patting the masa and

Laughing.

I LIVED, she said, thinking about

Mixing meatloaf millions of times, saving money for

A tropical aquarium full of beautiful fish.

I LIVED! she thundered, knowing

The dull, scratched

Bowl was more beautiful than it had ever been

When it held offerings of pine cones and pyracantha

In the middle of the Thanksgiving table.

 

They crept back to their shuttered homes;

Dusty candles with cold white wicks,

Unopened decorative tea canisters, and

Sealed commemorative brandy bottles

Decorating their safe lives.

Member Monday: Marie A. Warner, The Game

The Game

I came upon a truth today

It was quiet at first

But then it ran in to me straight away

 

It had been buried under layers

Of color coordinated clothing, healthy weight,

Frosted hair and a countenance that I could situate

 

It showed up in a game that we all could play

One that would push the truth up in such a way

That I could see, hear and feel

And value what it would reveal

 

It was different for me, or maybe it was the same

It gave me a mirror

And as I said it I could hear

The meaning that directed me for so many years

 

I was eager to share it with others

For I knew as I said it

It would pull out the weed

The one that had poisoned my heart from its true need

 

The need to be connected

To others in heart

To let down my guard

So I could be a part

 

A part of this world that we all do share

The one that has become somewhat dark in despair

It helped me decide to turn on my light

To share it with others, to make it more bright

 

To help build the message

It is not too late

I can join in and appreciate

 

Written in Redding, CA 9/16

Copyright ©2016 Marie A. Warner All Rights Reserved

Member Poetry: Time with a Pen

Time with a Pen

Marie A Warner

 

Sitting down to collect my thoughts,
To draw out what otherwise I would have not.
Always going… thinking of the next thing to do,
My mind always buzzing but to what end I can’t construe.

 

Weighing out what matters at this stage of life,
Knowing what cleanses me from layers of strife.
Enjoying the discovery that words are a friend,
One that will be with me until the end.

 

To collect them on the page gives me such relief,
It helps my day move forward with a new belief.
One I wouldn’t have ever known if I had not sat down,
And given my pen some time to move around.

 

* written in Redding, CA 9/16
Copyright © 2016
by Marie A Warner
All rights reserved.