A Rebirth of Wonder?

Just an update:

Our first ever poetry slam was a great success, and more fun than I could have imagined.

L opened the evening with a poem from T.S. Eliot. I can't remember which (sorry), but I remember it was great.

S and I followed with that poem by Pound I mentioned a few posts back. We took it line by line, with her opening, and then recited together:

...Let gods speak softly of us
In days hereafter,
the shadowy flowers of Orcus
Remember thee.

This went well. It was followed by one of the kids reading Annabel Lee. Then another read his own works, and another, and another. It was magnificent. And some of them can write so well! There are Poets and Great Souls in the making, here, and I was overjoyed.

I closed the night with Ferlinghetti's I Am Waiting. This was very well received and then, you know, we had a grand heap of ice cream which we all proceeded to eat.

It was beautiful. It was why I came here.

Being as I am somewhat permanently stressed I am certain I will have to answer for sixty different things tomorrow and none of them pleasant, but now, tonight, was good, and I am glad, and also proud.

Hooray!