I always eat peas with honey
I've done it all of my life.
It makes the peas taste funny,
but it keeps them on the knife.
With that and other recitations from "Green Eggs & Ham" and "Jabberwocky," the OM Poet Tea kicked off last Friday, in search of epiphanies...
Did they find them? The 30 or so tea-loving, poetry-fearing fans gave it their best shot. First came The "I Can't Write a Poem" Poem warm-up exercise, then the prompt: write about their most memorable Christmas. Within minutes, chitter chatter gave way to silence. Not even the clink of a spoon on china could be heard. There were some expressions of pain and perplexity, to be sure--whether from the exercise or the memory, I can't tell. But everyone was in 'the zone.'
When the timer when off, a few brave souls shared their efforts: poignant, funny, or thought-provoking. One husband and wife, unbeknownst to each other, wrote about the same Christmas: the one when their relationship began.
The dainties were delightful, the teas perfect for the rainy day, and sales brisk. Our worker bee hosts, including two handsome young men greeting us at the door, were all diligent in creating a lovely atmosphere.
No salt water taffy was consumed, but I have one more event to get rid of that box!
Thank you one and all for hosting, participating, cleaning up, and writing! I'm soliciting sample poems to share next time, so we'll see if I get some takers, and there are more photos on Facebook if you haven't seen them already.