Lyn Hopper lives in the mountains near Dahlonega, Georgia, with her husband of 40 years and a cat with serious attitude. She has just published her first poetry chapbook. Her poems have been published previously in Summerfield Journal, Georgia Journal, Habersham Review, Poetry of the Golden Generation, The Reach of Song, The Stonepile Writers’ Anthology, and other works. She is an active member of the Georgia Poetry Society and two writing groups.
Lyn’s new chapbook, The Hum in Every Blossom, is available from Amazon here.
Contact Lyn via Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/lynhopper or by email at firstname.lastname@example.org.
A Sample of Lyn’s Writing
The dogwood shines in the early light,
practiced from a night of bright moon.
The yellow-breasted chat is back,
repeating its repertoire.
To the east a pale orange glow
lies across the hills like a promise.
While some make last-minute trips for eggs,
you will think of “the old man,” twenty-six,
flying over Poland that Easter, 1944,
the day that twisted his future into a new shape,
that made him the father you knew:
wounded, sober, uncomplaining.
He is falling, unconscious, thousands of feet
to a Danish beach,
ribs and ankle broken, and waking
to the mercy of strangers,
the offer of boxed chocolates
to make up for his missing arm.
Somehow he rises through all that dark
to find the stone rolled away,
an ordinary life awaiting.
Patient and peaceful, he abides
until his soul is freed, a calling shrike,
circling in the blue sky.
(This poem was first published in Poetry of the Golden Generation, Vol. IV, Kennesaw State University, 2008.)
For a prompt related to this writing, click here.
What Lyn says about WordPlay
Nearly three years ago I had my first encounter with Maureen Ryan Griffin at the John C. Campbell Folk School. After a week-long class with her, I was thrilled to be selected for a profile in her Word-zine, and I wrote the following as part of my Writing Success Story.
All that is necessary to break the spell of inertia and frustration is this: Act as if it were impossible to fail. ~Dorothea Brande
“Everything you do is perfect,” insisted Maureen Ryan Griffin, my writing teacher at John C. Campbell Folk School last September. And isn’t that true for all of us? We are perfect just as we are, and we must strive to be better. Holding these two thoughts simultaneously has always been difficult for me. But I’m getting there! And the writing workshop moved me closer. What a warm circle writers create when they work together under the right conditions. And Maureen created just the right atmosphere. (from a post September 24, 2013 in the blog “Only Moment: Mindfulness in Everyday Life” at http://quotesqueen.wordpress.com)
Since that time, I have taken more of Maureen’s workshops, returned to the Folk School to serve as her assistant for the writing class, and taken advantage of her expert guidance in putting together my first chapbook. Maureen helped me understand how to achieve a pleasing flow from one poem to the next in a book of poetry, and I know my book is better because of her help. I will forever be indebted to her for pulling some words from a poem in the manuscript and declaring, “This could be your title!” My working title, Sun and Shadow, became The Hum in Every Blossom: a magical transformation, and much more interesting and reflective of the tone of the book.