"To get together in a group and wrestle with language, caressing sounds, poking sentences, and petting the ears of images is a divinely unusual activity..."
How To Read A Poem and Start a Poetry Circle
by Molly Peacock
For eleven weeks now, I've been part of the most amazing Poetry Circle (otherwise known as Poetry Friday.) Today, I have the privilege of hosting the shindig, so please leave your gifts (you did bring me a gift, didn't you?) with Mr. Linky below. He doesn't accept bottles of wine or flowers, but he will take the link to your blog post, while I graciously accept the comments you leave.
If you're not sure what Poetry Friday is, no worries! Read this from the always illuminating Chicken Spaghetti, come back, and party with us. All are welcome. (Warning: There may be line dancing. Some may become intoxicated by words. Revelers may tromp, noisily, to your blog. Hostess not responsible for any long-running discussions that erupt.)
Oh! And I have a gift for you too. After everyone posts their link, I'll be doing a random drawing for this fabulous mug from Poets.org. BTW, have you seen their Poetry Afternoon in a Box? Or that wonderful "We Real Cool" T-shirt? But I digress. Let's wrestle with some language, shall we?
