[stylist] not another convention notice

[Bridgit Pollpeter]

Eve,

I like the line, "Calls the unseen crawlers." This begins more
light-hearted than how it ends. Very interesting. Maybe I'm not
understanding, but I read this as hearing birds, but then you use the
word "crawlers," which makes me think either of insects or just land
animals, but then you reference cows and/or some other pen animal. I
guess I'm just not sure how this flows and fits even as just a simple
observation poem.

You could use a recording device to record your thoughts like a Victor
Stream or digital recorder or IPhone, if you have one. Perhaps your
local rehab agency can purchase such a device for you if you don't have
one.

I hate all the convention notices even when I do attend convention,
grin.

Bridgit

-----Original Message-----
From: stylist [mailto:stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org] On Behalf Of Eve
Sanchez
Sent: Wednesday, June 26, 2013 11:05 PM
To: Writer's Division Mailing List
Subject: [stylist] not another convention notice


Hey all, as someone who does not get to go to Orlandext week, I am
getting very tired of all of the convention notices and nothing else on
all of the NFB LISTS serves. Because of this I thought I would post
something a little different. I have started going to this poetry walk
group on Wednesday evenings. We take a little walk or hike in a
different nature type of lccation each week, at sunset and then create
at that time. We recite and polish. It is fun and inspirational. This is
the little poem I wrote this evening. When I say 'write' i mean put to
memory as I have no way of writing and reading without my laptop. This
actually is a great exercise for me to learn to memorize as I am not
very good at that. Well, I have attached above and will try to
past below (if my  computer cooperates).      We did have an
assignment from the group leader to use "ip" in the piece in whatever
way we find appropriate.  Hope this puts a smile on those that are
likewise not going to convention and may form as inspiration for those
that do.

Take Notice

Wind singing in the boughs,
"Che che che che che che."
"Jiju jiju." ,
Calls the unseen crawlers.
"Twee twee, ip ip ip ip, caw.",
On the wing.
All unnoticed by hooved grazers,
Sacred with soulful eyes.
Imprisoned behind
Four strands of barbs
While the sun sets
On another day.