GUEST POET–LIZZY FOX


Welcome to another week of my salute to National Poetry Month.

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This week, I would like to introduce you to a poet I met last month at a Pen, Paper, Write Meet Up.

Our group was tasked with a writing assignment and within ten minutes, Lizzy Fox had written a poem that had us all gasping in a breath of awe. It was beautiful, poignant and brilliant.

I knew immediately that I wanted, no, needed to hear/read more of her works. At the end of the group meeting, I introduced myself to her and begged her to let me feature her today. I am happy to say, she said yes.

Lizzy1Lizzy Fox is a place-oriented poet who lives in Georgia and hails from Vermont. She offers youth and adult writing courses, fully-embodied performances, and written works that evoke our spiritual longing for home. A Certified Life Coach, Lizzy enjoys guiding artists through the intersections of writing, performing, and figuring-out-life. When she is not at her desk, she loves to hike, dance, and collage poorly.  She is beginning a Masters of Fine Arts in Writing at the Vermont College of Fine Arts in June, 2014.

Lizzy’s work is published in The Best of the Burlington Writers Workshop 2013  (for whom she also blogs). She recently received the Laura J. Spooner Prize for Best Love Poem from the Poetry Society of Vermont and will appear in the 2014 edition of the The Mountain Troubadour. She is featured in The Southern Tablet online literary magazine. In April, 2013, Lizzy released her first spoken word album, Coming To, which you can purchase on her website while you book her for a workshop and reading.  Learn more at www.LizzyFoxPoetry.com, or connect with Lizzy on: Facebook, Twitter, and Pinterest.

Now, before I give you her “voice”, I will tell you that I have a copy of Lizzy 2.her spoken word album, Coming To and it is fabulous! As I write this post, I am listening to her and feeling her words wash over me as a cascade of visions and a sensory blessing to my ears.

And now I give you,

ROCK BAR

When I was young
I blazed hiking trails.
Loved working with stone
balancing staircases in the sides of hills
and especially
prying boulders
from beneath blankets of earth
to be fitted and shaped
and put into place
of a walkway
or a retaining wall.

But it was the prying.
The suck and pop as the mud released her child.
The sly muscle rolling her from the womb.
I used an iron pole with a bevel on the end,
forceful and blunt.

Sometimes
When the water gets high
I imagine a rock bar nestled
In the soil of my chest.

Sometimes
I roll a stone out.

Sometimes
I dam a stream.

Reading her poetry is an experience; however, hearing her read it is an Event! Check out Lizzy’s YouTube channel to encounter her in her brilliance. 

Please join me next week as I introduce you to a woman whose poetry is magnificent, in its superb form and lyricism. I am speaking of none other than Scottish poet Eliza Earsman, author of “A Collection of Verse”.

Until then,

“Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it.”
― RumiThe Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing

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