This week it was my turn to host Book Club. We have a small group, 8 members or so. Since May is my most busy month of the year, I opted not to read a book. Instead I wanted to have a night of poetry.
I asked everyone to bring their favorite poem or book of poems to share. I told the group if they were brave enough, they could write a poem of their own.
I prepared (and made a trip to the bakery) some treats that I thought appropriate for poetry.
I had so much fun. My sister, Alyson, came. She is a poetry "expert" and it was so fun to hear her explain what makes a sonnet a sonnet. Pentameters and syllables. And personal insights into the famous poets, etc. She knows her stuff. Especially the poets from England, which hold a special place in my heart.
Some of the gals brought very traditional poems and some brought some I was not even familiar with, some even morbid. I loved it. I love that poetry can express things that I cannot put into words.
My favorite poet made a guest appearance. I read one of his sonnets as my favorite.
I made up a jar full of nouns and had everyone write a Haiku about the word they picked. Words like; lemonade, blossoms, sunshine, shoes, ice cream. Fun activity. Remember Haiku?
The word I picked was flip flops.
Freedom for my toes
Fun, sand, sun, running freely