Events

Treasure Time: Everyone Invited!

whitmanchair 008Everyone is invited to our next event.

Saturday, Sep. 14

6-9 p.m.

Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry

6619 S. 438 Rd., Locust Grove OK

We are easy to find, and you will enjoy the good company of words and people and nature and dogs and words and . . . oh yeah….a little bit of poetry. Continue reading “Treasure Time: Everyone Invited!”

Events

Poetry Contest Deadline Extended

contestThe Treasure Time Poetry Contest has extended its deadline to September 10, Tuesday, 2013. Email me your entry! For more information, go to THIS PAGE.

If you have problems with the entry form, just email the poem to me, and I will get back to you with particulars.

ROMPOETRY@GMAIL.COM

Poem Treasure Hunt Day is coming up this weekend . . . . . September 14, 6-9 p.m. Please come out!

 

Events, Musings

From Those Unknown to Us

biblepagesI just read the great poet Pablo Neruda’s description of a lifelong inspiration in his poetry. He was playing in the lot behind his house when he found a hole in the fence:

“I looked through the hole and saw a landscape like that behind our house, uncared for, and wild. I moved back a few steps, because I sensed vaguely that something was about to happen. All of a sudden a hand appeared—a tiny hand of a boy about my own age. By the time I came close again, the hand was gone, and in its place there was a marvelous white toy sheep.

“The sheep’s wool was faded. Its wheels had escaped. All of this only made it more authentic. I had never seen such a wonderful sheep. I looked back through the hole but the boy had disappeared. I went in the house and brought out a treasure of my own: a pine cone, opened, full of odor and resin, which I adored. I set it down in the same spot and went off with the sheep.

“I never saw either the hand or the boy again.” Continue reading “From Those Unknown to Us”

Events, Musings

I Share Cookies With You

cookieCookies! I have cookies. I will share. I will not eat them all. Come see me and I will give you one. Or two. Or three. Cookies! Here is my poem about cookies:

Me want cookie.
You want cookie?
I got cookie.
You want cookie?
We got poems.
You want poem?
Cookie or poem.
We got both.
You eat one.
You eat both.

Come to the Cruelest Month Celebration. Cookies. Lemonade. Treasure Hunt. Poems. Nature. Good people. Good weather. Need more info.? Call or email: 918-864-9152 or rompoetry@gmail.com.

Saturday, April 20, 2013
2-6 p.m.
Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry
Locust Grove OK

Poems

Sale Barn

il_fullxfull.261646856When we moved to town, we were in walking distance
Of the sale barn, the place of cardboard boxes
Full of stuffed animals, cattle for auction, popsicles,
Rows of tin sheds full of okra, corn and blackberries, overalls,
Blackened cooking pots and strange tools like rusted weapons. Continue reading “Sale Barn”

Musings

Poem Caching

PoemCachePhotoOne of my favorite memories from childhood was when our Mom made a treasure hunt for our birthday party (my sister Kelly and I share the same birthday—born same day a year apart). I remember particularly getting to the end of it and finding one of those wild-haired troll dolls in the wellhouse. Continue reading “Poem Caching”