Once again--but the first time during the fall--I reside (for a week) at WCDH in Eureka Springs AR.
At the end of three sessions, the new Haymaker Group has dispersed after critiquing each others' poems to make them stronger -- the purpose of a critique group. The last two sessions were held in the Great Room here at the Colony. Meals were at Myrtie Mae's and Sparky's, both delightful respites from the happy "work" of critiquing.
I have the rest of the week to delve into my next one-or-two projects, now that the long-in-progress novel, A Journey of Choice, has been published (available at Amazon.com and Barnes & Noble.com.)
I have two choices: a book of short stories--which allows me to stay in the weekly Hot Springs Writers' group--and a Compendium of Journal Jottings for the Central AR Writers' group that meets monthly.
In the meantime, here are a few more poems.
crow flies to a limb
jumps higher, then higher still
before flying off
maple leaf drifting
into the lemon-juice-laced
water for peeled pears
on the front porch
sunglasses needed against
the rising sun
overheard
at the tearoom: two ladies
talking stocks and bonds
TANKA
moving the porch chair
to watch the full moon
rise through the oaks
insects singing
this late-October dusk
~~ c lovepatpress 2010
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