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Workshop Finale

The poetry workshop concludes each year (this was year #11) with a public reading.  Last night was the event.

Our leader is a retired English professor and a respected poet.  She holds the workshop each April at the town library.  In addition to the support and feedback that we get from other group members as part of the workshop, we get a personal consultation with Mary Jane.

At the reading, she must surely feel like a midwife helping each of us give birth to our poems.  I am always grateful to be a small part of this event.

Mary Jane is also a dedicated gardener.  I am linking this vimeo of a garden tour for Linda Reeder.

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  1. All the best for your workshop!

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  2. That's something I could never do: join a poetry writing group. Kudos to you, Olga.

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    1. And I could never play a musical instrument. It's wonderful that we all have our own interests and talents.

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  3. Lucky you to have this opportunity.

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    1. Yes, I know it is a real opportunity--great to have in such a small, rural town!

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  4. Its great that Mary Jane takes all of you under her wing. It must have been enjoyable to see the results of the workshop and give a reading. Good for you.

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    1. It was a fun evening--nice to have an appreciative audience as well. I did not always have that experience as a middle school teacher.

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  5. I love poetry readings and workshops. I used to attend a lot of them; now, not so much.

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    1. I came to it sort of late in life, but now I am hooked.

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  6. This was just wonderful. I watched the video on the garden. You are very fortunate to have the opportunity to take this workshop. Thanks for sharing.

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    1. I think about selling my house and moving somewhere more manageable, and then I think about how much I really appreciate my community.

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  7. The garden video was wonderful -- thank you for sharing it! Your poetry workshop does sound like fun. I haven't written a poem since my daughter turned 18. She is 40 now!

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    1. I am glad you liked the garden tour. Gardens are quite precious around here.

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  8. Workshops like that are so stimulating mentally. Too bad it won't continue through the summer.

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    1. Some of us continue to meet for mutual support in writing poetry and I have also belonged to another writing group for years. I joined a poetry group in Florida as well. It all keeps me going.

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  9. Well, that was a fun video tour! thank you! I marvel over that much growth when in Vermont you get such a late start in the growing season.

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    1. As I said above, gardens are precious around here. This is one of those gardens that has a certain beauty (ghostly as it may be) even in the winter.

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  10. I knew Linda would like that tour. What fun! I love your analogy of the midwife to the teacher helping to give birth to poems. Lovely!

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  11. I'm having a problem reading your latest post. All the words are overlapped. Is it I, or is there a problem?

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