The Poetry Group meets noisily every Thursday morning (except the second Thursday of the month). Many people have asked, “What do you do in your group?”
We don’t write poems, we read poems. We don’t tear them to pieces, we talk about them. That’s it.
Our guiding light for years has been one poem by Billy Collins, a retired English teacher. Read the poem and you’ll have a good idea about what we do — and, more important, whether you would like to join us. Please do.
Introduction to Poetry
I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide
or press an ear against its hive.
I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,
or walk inside the poem’s room
and feel the walls for a light switch.
I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author’s name on the shore.
But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.
They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.
For more information, please contact Ron Marken at 778-265-9949 or email@example.com