By Jo Middlebrooks, Secretary, Chattahoochee Valley Writers’ Conference
I will not read my work tonight.
I ran out of words to say
-just the other day –
as I welcomed folks
to the place where words are kept
at the writers’ conference in our library.
“This is your lucky day.” I said.
“Here is the winning number for
the door prize of the year.
It’s a winner, I swear.” I said.
But – over there – I told others the same
and accepted the liar’s blame from the losers.
A meeting of scribes is a wordy thing.
They bring words to town; toss them around.
I took a look at many of them,
interesting words, some printed in books.
I read words aloud just to hear their sound,
looked up words that befuddled.
Well-chosen words were used by Master Poets,
charming words that defined dramatic voice.
The inspiring words of the memoirist,
enthused writers with memoirs to hone.
There were researched words for family stories.
I hope you will not be disowned.
The Thriller – oh my – and the Historical guy
shared work and lit paths to publication.
A New York agent penned expert advice.
Hard-edged words from the visiting author
set us free to accept not the status quo,
the ongoing fall of western civilization.
Words formed into questions all day long,
the asking of which enlightened.
Just how many words can one say in a day?
I do not know. Although, I, at last, said,
“Thank you for coming. I hope you found, here,
value in the words spoken.”
The keynoter cajoled to save every word,
“Jot them down when they come to your mind.”
I heard, long ago, that one lost word could be a lost work,
a Pulitzer or a Pushcart Prize.
At the end of the day, I did pocket one word;
It remains in my pocket tonight.
WRITE!

Jo Middlebrooks giving door prizes at 2009 CVWC
By Richard Hyatt


