POETRY FRIDAY

This is one of my all time favorite weeks of the year!

It's our state's annual literacy conference, and for three glorious days, I'll spend time with "my people." Lots of terrific speakers- so far I have  attended by sessions by Stacy Shubitz,  Ralph Fletcher,  Jeff Anderson, Maggie Beattie Roberts,  Jeff Zwiers, and Rita Williams Garcia. My sessions today, include Meeno Rami, Dorothy Barnhouse, Vicki Vinton, and Ruta Sepetys. Tomorrow, Peter Johnston, Kylene Beers and Bob Probst.

And then there are all the encounters with dear friends from all over the state. And the exhibit hall. And browsing at the Boulder Book Store. And did I mention that ALA Midwinter is in Denver this year, so Saturday afternoon I'm headed downtown to the Exhibit Hall at the Convention Center! Definitely a dizzying week of thoughts and books and ideas.

In my literary frenzy, I came across this poem by Dylan Thomas. And it seems perfect for the week!


Notes on the Art of Poetry
by Dylan Thomas

I could have never dreamt that there were such goings-on
in the world between the covers of books,
such sandstorms and ice blasts of words,
such staggering peace, such enormous laughter,
such and so many blinding bright lights
splashing all over the pages
in a million bits and pieces
all of which were words, words, words,
and each of which were alive forever
in its own delight and glory and oddity and light.

Sally Murphy is hosting Poetry Friday today.