The Tabor Poetry club meets every Tuesday evening in the library for 45 minutes to an hour to share original and published poetry. It is a place where people who think of themselves as writers, and those who may not, come together and enjoy each other’s voice.
Although a lot of the poetry shared in poetry club isn’t alike, it allows us to have the context of what’s going on in the heads of those we see every day, and to understand things through their lens with a bit more clarity. I’ve learned through my time attending and contributing to poetry club how much the act of writing and sharing these poems can be healing for a lot of people. I’ve also learned that the reception of these poems within the club alone can encourage members to seek out a creative shelter within the poetry club.
Watch the calendar for an evening in May when the Poetry Club will share an evening of poetry readings by our student poets.
April Mihalovich
Poetry Club President
For My best friend
We visited your town once
Mom and I
Driving through the lush green fields
With the low speed limits
And winding up the roads
With air that made my ears pop
I remember you told me
What the Berkshires were like
When they were covered in green
And then white
once the days got shorter
And I made fun of you
For living in the middle of nowhere
Sometimes I create memories
We would have shared
Of us taking photos
by the shops on the one street
Of civilization you knew
Or shouting at the bright moon
From a view I’ve never seen
Or sharing a coffee
And watching the sun snooze
And groan its way into the sky
Off of the mountain peak
I knew only from words
We left your town
My mom and I
After staying in a cabin
Where we could see the
whole town from our window
And you not returning my calls
I guess some friends don’t stretch
And grow with you after all
My Spot in the Sky
The grass squishes
Under the tyranny of my wedges
It doesn’t take much
To make me feel heavy
The curls in my hair
Pulled to my shoulder
By the weight of the universe
It’s a little bit funny how
You could walk the same sidewalk
You could watch the seasons change
before your eyes
But as you awake from hibernation
nothing’s changed
From the last time you found yourself here
The sun throws itself into the sky
Only to be pulled down by the moon
And I give it way more meaning
Than just part of a cycle
I once admired the stars
Looked up to see them sparkle
And light up the harbor
But now I keep my head down
For things less important
Because I know that they’re there
