My handsome husband, Bill, accompanied me to the poetry reading and took photographs for me. I rewarded his support by buying him his favorite shake, Extra Chocolate, at the Steak n Shake restaurant in Rolla.
The evening program included poems from Larry Cunningham, Patti Dewing, Amanda Irwin, Dr. Ross Channing Reed, Lee Ann Russell, Tom Sager, Greg Story, and Michael Winger.
My favorite poems were:
Larry Cunningham's "Vietnam Monument" and "Spider At My Window"
Lee Ann Russell's "Bridges and Doors - A Sestina", "Last Call", and "Who Says Neatness Counts?"
Michael Winger's "Scribbles and Scratches", "No Survivors", and "Stones of Privilege"
The Arts Rolla! president and board members were warm and welcoming to all of the arriving speakers. Hats off to them for showing some old fashioned hospitality. Jerry Cohen, Vice President of the Arts Rolla Board of Directors is also on the faculty for the Missouri S&T Department of Arts, Languages, & Philosophy.
My program booklet also thanked the Missouri Arts Council, a MO state agency, for providing financial assistance. As an area author, I want to thank everyone involved in the 2015 POETSPEAK for providing a positive and encouraging event.
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The five poems that I read at the Arts Rolla! POETSPEAK are:
"A Morning Metamorphosis", "Dead Words Lying", "Razor Edged Words", "Fighting to Write", and "Star-tastically Star-Struck".
Scroll down to read my five poems.
A Morning Metamorphosis by Sallee Bonham 2015
I lie in bed,
a chrysalis of blankets wrapped around me.
My sleep-numbed mind awakens sluggishly,
preparing to emerge into the early morning stillness.
Reluctantly, I move from the enfolding softness of the night-spun cocoon.
Reluctantly, I emerge to sit on the cold bedside,
carefully stretching the stiffness from my limbs,
preparing to fly into a new day.
Dead Words Lying by Sallee Bonham 2015
Two blue eyes stare at a blank white page,
suspended inside a glowing blueness,
waiting for words to align themselves,
into strands of thought across the blankness.
Words keep battering against conscious thought
like moths attracted to a porch light.
The question is:
Will the words form into a coherent line of thought?
Or, will the words continue to beat chaotically,
killing themselves against the glowing blueness.
Dead words lying in the darkness,
Waiting for the naked glow of an idea
to light the darkness from above,
waiting for a resurrection.
Razor Edged Words by Sallee Bonham 2015
Verbal combatants hurling spoken throwing stars,
Inflicting unseen wounds in the heat of battle,
Seeking to prove a point with razor edged words,
That will ultimately defeat the relationship.
Fighting to Write by Sallee Bonham 2015
I am fighting with words tonight.
A wordsmith pressed against the ropes,
struggling with rhythm and rhyme,
punching keys in the hope,
that in time,
I can emerge from the bout,
with a new submission.
Star-tastically Star-Struck by Sallee Bonham 2015
I am CRAZY about stars!
Rayed stars, splayed stars, and sprayed stars;
Fabric stars, paper stars, and clay stars;
Metal stars, wood stars, and glass stars;
Edible stars, ornamental stars, and twinkling stars;
I LOVE stars!
I discovered my star mania at an early age.
I sang Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star until
My patient mother impatiently said,
"Sally, can you PLEASE find another song to sing?"
It was not actually a question,
It was a velvet-covered order.
I stenciled stars, I doodled stars, and I painted stars onto walls and paper.
I made popsicle stick stars, play dough stars, and kaleidoscope stars.
Early evening would find me outside,
lying on my back,
waiting for the first star to appear.
I would recite a rhyme to that first seen star,
"Star light, star bright,
first star I see tonight.
I wish I may, I wish I might,
have the wish, I wish tonight."
As I grew older,
My star addiction did not stop,
Or go into remission.
After my mother taught me how to cook,
I carefully created cookie stars, frosting stars, and piecrust stars.
My fascination for stars continues to grow.
I firmly remain star-struck and star crazy.
My house reflects my passionate attraction for stars of all shapes and sizes.
The curtains appear to be have polka dots,
BUT, close examination will reveal,
tiny, blue stars spangle the fabric.
Red barn stars hang with pictures,
Cast iron stars keep my books standing straight and tall.
Each parquet floor tile is be-starred,
Hob stars decorate the glassware on the sideboard,
and a spiky, starburst clock hangs on the wall above the table.
BUT, this is only a mild indication of my star obsession.
My predilection for stars is most apparent during the holiday season.
Star mania overwhelms me every year,
beginning on Thanksgiving weekend.
I lovingly unpack a star-tacular array of Christmas stars.
The Christmas tree is carefully star-dazzled,
beginning with a fragile, seashell star that sits atop the pine tree.
Delicate bulbs with shimmery, silver stars bedeck the branches,
and intermingle with crystalline snowflake stars.
Tiny, iridescent stars dangle from dark branch tip.
Stars shine, stars twinkle, and stars gleam in the glowing tree lights.
I am CRAZY about stars!
I wish I didn't have to pack up the holiday stars 'til May!
Long, lean stars,
Five, six, and eight point stars;
Origami stars, vintage stars, and German stars;
I LOVE stars!