Photo curtesy: Harvey Shaffer Photography

I hosted a poetry reading, the first ever, for my high school students at a local coffee shop (where else?!) last week. Fifteen students showed up and ten of those read poetry. It was interesting as we competed with the sound of the blender busy making smoothies, but I loved the way it turned out, and, some of the students asked when we could do it again! Totally cool. Most of the students who read, chose something by

Indian, my hero!

a poet who is already published, but I did have a couple students read their own poetry, and I read one of mine.

The April National Poetry Month projects are due at the end of this week and I can’t wait to see what they’ve done. I expect to see several selfies of students chalking poetry onto local sidewalks. They were supposed to get permission first. In the meantime, my hero’s journey studied students are busy in class writing their own epic stories following the ‘monomyth’ we have from Joseph Campbell.

And now, the poem of the day:

Sufferance

Suffer the wind to whistle your name

Suffer the wind to howl you from sleep

Suffer the wind to rosy your cheeks with its powder puff

The wind wheedles its way through the crannies of my house

The wind sculpts snow into concrete berms

The wind unfurls the ominous red flag of Spring

Suffer the wind

© Kathleen VanDeVeere, April 2013

Tag: Written as the season of wind returns to the foothills. Kate writes from Bailey, and can be reached at vandeveerekd@hotmail.com