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Welcome!

Welcome to the official website of the Brooklin Poetry Society. We are a small poetry collective located in Brooklin, Ontario, dedicated to furthering the spaces for poets and poetry on the shores of Lake Ontario and surrounding areas. Our site is currently a work in progress, but we hope you’ll enjoy the poetry you find here. In the meantime, please feel free to find us on Facebook and tweet us @BrooklinPoetSoc.

Please be aware that the contents of all web pages on this website are protected by copyright law and may not be used in whole, or in part, without the express consent of the authors.

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Oxygen for an Accidental Poet

A first draft poem is applied to the page similar to how an artist lays down an underpainting. Next comes a stroke of colour, an emotive word that does the work of three. Lines are spoken aloud to test their rhythm and musicality. Only the right words in the right order will do. There’s much chiselling before the structure of a poem emerges.

I’d love to tell you that I’ve been writing poetry since I dropped from the womb, that as a child, I spoke in metaphor and screened phrases for iambic pentameter—but I’d be lying. Actually, I just Googled iambic pentameter.

The truth is that I stumbled into writing poetry by mistake. A few years ago, I signed up for a master writing class to be led by Shannon Webb Campbell. The words “reconnect with lands and waters” leapt from the course description. At the time, I was embarking on my current novel set in 1836 Ottawa Valley so this environment-based writing focus excited me. Imagine my surprise when I took my seat, flipped to a fresh page in notepad and realized I was seated inside a scrum of poets with Ms. Campbell, a poet highly acclaimed on a national scale. I must confess a fleeting paralysis. How possibly could I write poetry—the haute couture of self-expression—on demand?

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The day’s session lit my interest in poetry. Through the inspiration of readings by instructor and attendees coupled with the warm flow of writing exercises, I produced work centred around themes and scenes in my novel. In fact, elements from one of the poems appears in the opening of chapter one. The experience of writing and listening to other people’s poetry was cathartic. I began to understand poetry as conjurer of emotional or sensory experience, an invitation into a familiar or foreign moment. In the following days, I yearned to write more verse and to seek the companionship of other poets.

Poetry is my gateway to enriched prose. The exercise of writing in verse has taught me that economy of language can live on the page alongside inventive word play. It’s pushed me to be present in my characters’ experiences and to burrow deeper into their inner worlds so I can discover aspects of themselves they’ve secreted away.

In the past, I’d seldom written poetry and then only when ideas struck like lightning. Now I find the pleasure in purposefully setting out to write poetry, in capturing snapshots of emotion and experience. The shift in practice allows me to be more mindful, to savour a moment or spend time considering an injustice that requires broadcasting.

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A poem does not pour from the pen a perfect thing—at least not for me. I’m learning the process of brain gymnastics performed over several drafts of sheets scribbled upon by multiple colours of ink. My thesaurus and stationery supply serve as creative co-conspirators. A first draft poem is applied to the page similar to how an artist lays down an underpainting. Next comes a stroke of colour, an emotive word that does the work of three. Lines are spoken aloud to test their rhythm and musicality. Only the right words in the right order will do. There’s much chiselling before the structure of a poem emerges. I must know when to stop. One line too many and something magical is lost.

I’ve discovered poetry as therapist. Similar to journaling, writing verse is an inward journey. What arrives on the paper is often revelatory to me. I’d no idea I thought that or felt that until the exercise of writing poetry excavated that deep place.

Poetry’s most unexpected gift to me is friendship. So many of us work closeted away with ink stained fingers and sore shoulders. In coffee shops, we note other writers hunkered over laptops. We share a silent nod, much like joggers passing each other on the roadside. But there’s no sharing of ideas or way-to-go pat on the back. For that sustaining creative fuel, real conversation is required—preferably with those who are equally excited by punctuation placement and alliteration. The Brooklin Poetry Society is oxygen to my poetry writing. The members are my friends and mentors without whom I’d only swim in the safe and shallow end of poetry.

      To know the hearts of human beings,
Dissect pain and passion,
Read poetry
 
To escape the knife point of grief,
Raise a mirror in which to gaze
Write poetry
 
To be counted and understood,
Remove isolation from the vernacular
Speak poetry

Gwen Tuinman

June 2019

“May” we announce our contest!!!

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April was an exciting month for us at Brooklin Poetry Society! We hosted another amazing poetry workshop at the wonderful Whitby Public Library https://www.whitbylibrary.ca/ and we also showcased our wonderful anthologies and work by our members at the Brooklin branch of the Whitby Public Library in celebration of National Poetry Month 2019!

Our members also participated in various events, including The Wild Nellies’ https://thewildnellies.com/ event in support of the Women’s Multicultural Resource and Counselling Centre Durham https://www.wmrccdurham.org/ as well as the Stellar Literary Festival!

As we move forward through May, we are pleased to announce that we are launching our second annual poetry contest! Our judge this year is the wonderfully talented David Stones https://www.davidstonespoet.com/ who was our first place winner last year.

Details about the contest can be found on our “contest” page https://brooklinpoetrysociety.com/contests/. Deadline to submit is midnight on July 31st, 2019.

We look forward to receiving your work. Please direct any questions to: brooklinpoetsoc@gmail.com.

Happy May, and happy writing!

Renée M. Sgroi, President

April’s blog blooms

What is a blog? Why do we do it?

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No poet coined such a stone of a word, a blotch of ink that we invite others to step in so they can seep the world from our colour. Feet in ink. A bodiless soup and swimming.

What would e.e. cummings do with the word “blog”? Perhaps something like this:

the bodiless blanket lets me sleep, it is my bed, my waking, the warmth that pulls me from the hushed hello of all darkness and creaking forest mystery, to the tinkering tatatata of eyelashes brushing day, of you and wonder and word and yes and word and yes…bodiless blog of thinking, trying to catch the river in its net of words to say:  “here here here…  is beauty, is living, is the never-again-crystalized moment of wonder.” Where we meet has always been sacred space.

The Brooklin Poetry Society …  and all places where poets, writers, artists, lovers meet is sacred space. My hope is that we all venture into such sacred space. It graces us with a kind of divine presence and sharing that together is beautiful.

I joined the BPS I forget when now which is a comforting thought, like so many family visits: you forget who brought the casserole two years ago.

It is my first poetry club and this, my first blog.

And April.

New beginnings, the pushing of new growth through crusty bark, stiff limbs, dormant heavy soil, feeling newness leak in…  a kind of calling that says you can grow, you can be more.   Poetry is like that too.  Poetry is April.

I suppose you could say poetry is the raspberry that sings like opera in your mouth in June…  the room that keeps you warm in winter, the letting-go leaf that shows time has come in Autumn. So alas, poetry is for all seasons, all reasons and why not especially now, in the surge of Spring?

April will ask us to heed new voices, new branches, to let go of what is past, and to flower each and every one of us in whatever colour/shape/size/space we come upon; let us flower.

We always welcome new members to the BPS, perhaps this will be the April of our Club too. And April is #National Poetry Month.

And the first step to celebrate that is with our own feet, our voices, our attention, our own participation.

Check out the League of Canadian Poets for events: 

http://poets.ca/events/list/

Our own BPS poetry workshop on April 9th at the Whitby Public Library (Central branch) On April 9th: https://www.whitbylibrary.ca/ (to register:

The Griffin Prize:

https://www.griffinpoetryprize.com/event/national-poetry-month/

Open Mike Calendar:

https://poetry.openmikes.org/calendar/ON/2019/4

And finally, some Poets Born in April:

George Herbert 1593-1633

Maya Angelou 1928
William Wordsworth 1770

William Shakespeare 1564-1616

Vladimir Nabokov 1899
Walter de la Mare 1873-1956

Seamus Heaney 1939

Annie Dillard 1945

More poetry please!

Jenny Sorensen

Welcoming March

by BPS co-founder and long time member, Theresa Donnelly

With just days to go, our guest readies himself to depart. I usher him to the front hall with feelings of gratitude for the open-fire rooms that filled us with ourselves; the fragrance of a ginger and cardamom infused kitchen; pristine larger-than-life snowflakes; the lunar eclipse of the Blood Wolf Moon and yes, even the cracks and peels of February’s feet.

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I welcome this month of March: the bridge between two seasons; changeable as it may be, for a variety of reasons. The main one being it was the birth month, many years ago, of our eldest son John. That was the month in which my understanding of what it was like to love unconditionally began; it was the springboard that catapulted me on a journey of exquisite encounters with the power of love, selflessness and awareness.

For many of us March signifies the return of the light: resurgence of curved radiance over skeletal trees and withered vines.

Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote ‘Life is March weather, savage and serene in one hour.’

We can thank March’s windy reputation throughout the years for blowing some much-loved poets into our lives: those born during this blustery month include some of my favourites:

Elizabeth Barrett Browning: Mar.6th 1806 Light tomorrow with today.’

Jack Kerouac: Mar.12th 1922Write in recollection and amazement for yourself.’

Lady Augusta Gregory: Mar.15th 1852 ‘The way most people fail is in not keeping up the heart.’

Robert Frost: Mar. 26th 1874 ‘A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.

Tennessee Williams: Mar. 26th 1911 ‘The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.’

This month usually finds me returning home, visiting with much loved and greatly missed family members and frequenting favourite places of my youth. One such place is an old bookshop, in an even older part of the city that, much to my delight, continues to remain open in this ‘Digital Age’ where all too often; too many small bookshops have closed their doors forever.

Crossing the threshold is like entering Narnia. I glide past latest editions placed high on centre tables. I swerve around deeply engrossed customers; wave a quick hello to the Brendan-Behan-lookalike cashier and find my way between aisles to the very back of the shop to the creaky elevator that will take me to the second, often third-hand, poetry section. It’s windowless, usually stuffy with the scent of moth balls and old lace. The shelves bend under the weight of books vying for my attention. My eyes and fingertips compete as they run over still vibrant, multicoloured spines. With an abundance of titles written by well and lesser-known authors; I always say the book chooses me, not I, it.

Armed with my collection, I head to one of the worn-leather armchairs and ready myself to enter the poet’s world, where the poem can be a simple storybook or a reflective journey to the deepest caverns of the poet’s mind. Always an expression of emotion engaging the heart; it can help me see the world from an entirely new perspective. It can stretch the imagination. It can send me on a delirious dance; beckon me to a dimly lit attic; have me walk through a dubious fire; deprive me of a justifiable ending; have me spin myself into a black hole; make a saint or sinner of me; allow me feel compassion for human anguish: grow intoxicated on the scent of an overly-ripe mango or a misty Monday afternoon.

To me, poetry is bread. Bread is life; each mouthful nourishment for the naked soul. ��y�

Falling into poetry

For this month’s blog, we here at Brooklin Poetry Society took an online look at poems written about the month of February. There were the inevitable poems about Valentine’s Day, and even one about February 29th, that elusive extra day. There were poems written by Boris Pasternak, Anne Bronte, Hilaire Belloc, Denise Levertov, Coleridge, and Margaret Atwood (to name just a few).

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For those of us living in Canada, February can be bleak. Snow, cold, sometimes sleet, or an endless number of grey and cloudy days. But there’s always poetry. And there’s always time to fall into poetry in a way that is similar to falling in love.

So while the snow may fall around you, or your thoughts may turn to that special someone, we challenge you to spend some time falling into poetry. What poems will you fall in love with?

PS: here’s a link to that February poem by Margaret Atwood: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47787/february-56d2288025b1e

Welcoming a new year…

2019 marks the start of the second decade of the Brooklin Poetry Society, and we’re thrilled to continue creating a presence for poetry in the Durham Region!

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We have more exciting projects and plans for this coming year, including another free poetry workshop in April at the Whitby Public Library to celebrate National Poetry Month! We’re going to continue improving and updating our website in 2019 (thanks to our fabulous webmaster, Mr. M!), and we’re also planning to host another poetry contest (details to be posted on the website soon).

We also have plans for more readings, more events, and more poetry at our regular scheduled monthly meetings! We hope to be able to celebrate with more publications by our fabulous BPS members, and to that end, I wish to direct you to BPS poet Patrick Meade’s inspiring short story, “Swimming With Sharks as a way to begin your 2019 writing life on the right foot!

Most of all, we look forward to the start of another amazing decade of sharing and building a community of poets and poetry on the GTA’s eastern edge. So, from all of us at the Brooklin Poetry Society, here’s to a 2019 filled with poetry!

Renée M. Sgroi, President

Poetry plaudits

December is such a good time for festivities and celebrations, so for this month’s blog, we thought we’d celebrate what we’ve accomplished in 2018!

2018 proved to be a busy and exciting year for us. Our first major accomplishment was the publication of our latest anthology, Written Tenfold. This was our first anthology in several years, and we were thrilled to be able to publish another anthology.

The spring saw  our first poetry workshop at the Whitby Public Library in celebration of National Poetry Month (#NPM2018), as well as the official launch of our anthology in May.

Of course, another of our major accomplishments was the launch of our inaugural poetry contest this summer with our fantastic judge, Debbie Okun Hill (http://www.theontariopoetrysociety.ca/Memberprofile009.htm).

In addition to our society’s accomplishments, several of our members had their own accomplishments in 2018. Former president John Di Leonardo saw the publication of his debut poetry collection, Conditions of Desire, published by Hidden Brook Press (http://www.hiddenbrookpress.com/author/john-di-leonardo/?post_type=publication).

Both Renée M. Sgroi and Gail M. Murray had their work published in the latest anthology of The Banister (http://canauthorsniagara.org/poetry-contest/), as well as other publications.

Bradley McIlwain and Graham Ducker published work in Buried Horror (http://buriedhorrormagazine.blogspot.com/)and Patrick Meade’s previously translated work is set to be published in a dual language edition by poet, Anna Yin ( http://www.annapoetry.com/)

Of course, all of our poets have continued to write poetry  (an accomplishment in and of itself!) and to share their love of poetry through readings and events, including our monthly meetings. 

So, for this month of celebrations and festivities, we here at the Brooklin Poetry Society raise a glass to poets everywhere. Whether you’re published or not, a first time poet or a seasoned one, kudos to all those who continue to believe in the importance and relevance of poetry and its creation!