The Bloomfield Poetry Circle

‘Twas supposed to be just a one shot deal. Share my tribute poem, and away I’d steal. But two dozen disparate folk, Quietly attended the words of not one but two poems I spoke. Unaccustomed to public speaking, I felt safe revealing my feelings in their care taking. Their eyes reacted to my verbal images, Affirming heads nodded at phrases placed to advantage. Then they charmed me with their emotions and imagination, Tossing their poems’ honest words and phrases with abandon. A rare safe haven for an extraordinary everyday population, Whose courage rises to the needs of a poetic avocation. They’ve already had a good effect on me, For another poem from my mind is suddenly set free! M. Renee Taylor 2-22-13