Out comes the blanket, the tea, and the munchies...

[jjhunter]

Sunday, every Sunday, let's have a community picnic. It's probably been a long week, and it's lovely to have a few minutes to sit back and relax and enjoy some good conversation in a less formal space. Feel free to bring something for the Picnic Basket - a poem you liked this week, a thought you had or something you experienced, or even something completely unrelated to poetry whatsoever that you just feel like sharing. Just take a moment to say hello, and maybe have a bite to eat; no one is going anywhere fast, and the shade promises some relief from the everyday heat. Let’s get to know each other a bit better, here under the branches of the poet’s tree.

Comments

[primeideal]

Wrote a poem about being in the wrong place at the wrong time--not posting it online though, a bit too RL-specific. The interesting thing, I realized a third of the way through, is that it borrows a lot of the same themes from another poem of mine, so clearly they're all jumbled together in my head some way.

Also, I'm living in a new town just for a month and a half this summer and I just discovered there's a weekly poetry group at this little bookstore I found, so I'm going to try dropping in on that and seeing what there is to see there!

[spiralsheep]

I love my local poetry group. I definitely write more and better poems with their encouragement. And I get to hear many excellent poems I might otherwise never encounter. I hope you are as lucky.