Friday, October 31, 2008
DRIPPING CULTURE: POETRY POST-MORTEM
Such a treat was the Doyle Morgan Fellers poetry evening at the library last night. If you think poetry is just for and by the preening, pretentious, and turtlenecked think again. It was an evening filled with friends, neighbors, and laughter, punctuated by Fellers' true-to-life poetry from his new book Come Sit With Me: Poems and Points. He lives in Dripping Springs and he speaks Drippin', from introspections on the changes happening around us to reflections on our local beauty (landscapes and people, inside and out).
Drip, drip, drip like a timeless clock.
Tap, tap, tap on the limestone rock.
Sparkling waters from secret wells,
Deep within the earth's dark swells.
- From 'Dripping Springs" by Doyle Morgan Fellers
Thank you to Mr. Fellers, Dripping's own poet laureate, and to our library for a special evening.