You Are Here: Home » Archive » Library, local literati levy language love-in

Library, local literati levy language love-in

It was all part of an open-mic poetry night organized by the Jasper Municipal Library and the Habitat for the Arts.

Seven poets took to the microphone in total and, at the end of the evening, Thomas was named as the recipient of the $175 prize and the opportunity to read his poetry again at an upcoming municipal council meeting in Jasper.

The prize money comes via the City of Regina as part of the “Mayor’s Poetry City Challenge,” which asks municipal councils to take some time during a meeting in March or April to recognize the work of local poets. Jasper was one of the communities invited to participate.

David Baker hosted the event at the combined café/laundromat and served as one of the judges. He said the open-mic night reminded him of similar events he has attended in Chicago.

“They have little cafés like this that are jammed shoulder-to-shoulder with people and there’s music and there’s coffee and it’s just a public exposition of writing,” he said. “I know it’s not quite as large of a town as Chicago, Jasper, but we have a lot good poets and some very talented people.”

Baker hoped the event would help renew the local literary community and lead to additional events in the future. For writers looking to hone their skills, he noted there is a writing workshop taking place at the Habitat on Friday, April 13 at 7 p.m.

That date is also the deadline for written entries to the Jasper Municipal Library’s annual Patrons’ Choice Poetry Contest. Poems submitted to that contest will be posted anonymously in the library from April 16 to 30 so patrons can vote for their favourites.

The winner will receive $50 from the Jasper Friends of the Library. Entries are limited to one page, with a limit of three entries per person.

For more information about the contest, contact Janeen at the library at: or 780-852-3652.

The events are all part of National Poetry Month, celebrated across Canada each April.

A video of last week’s open-mic night can be viewed online at:


My Mind, My Words, My Limit

by Peter Thomas

Words are our limit, but our vocab only skims it,

our brain tries to translate a word to your thought,

but instead of a genius answer, nothing’s all that you got.

So you try to explain with other words and a phrase,

getting more complicated like each turn in a maze.

But even when we come up with the best,

our words comingle and mix like the rest.

So even though you may understand what I am saying,

it will never be even close to what I am actually relaying.

My mind works a little different than yours,

we are both in the same place, 

just walking on different floors.

My shoes fit tight, but when put on you they fit right,

what a magical sight.

Did you understand that rhyme?

Because if you did we are on the same line.

Except this line is neither ridged nor straight,

it just continues on, leaving me to wonder my fate.

What will happen and where shall I go?

All good questions; too bad only the man upstairs knows.

And who is this great god?

A legendary man or a fraud?

It’s funny because he either said no or gave it a nod.

He laughs in our face, not to amuse or disgrace,

simply because he is controlling this race.

Oh, and there will never be a winner.

There’s nothing to win.

The only good is trying to live without sin,

not because it’s the right thing to do,

simply because that’s exactly you.

You care more about pureness, simple and true.

It’s only a shame that the leaders of this world

never followed that belief, too.


Old Man

by Peter Thomas

He said he was famous, 

just not internationally or global.

I asked how ‘bout nationally, provincial or local?

He sighed and replied no, but that wasn’t his focal,

so I had to momentarily interrupt, I needed to be vocal.

I asked how can you be famous if no one knows you?

He smiled and replied

if a seed falls a tree will grow and I’m supposed to.

The great Redwoods were never always so great,

but the tree and I have something in common,

and that is that time has a way of controlling fate.

The Redwoods weren’t known when they were seedlings

but have grown, now they exceed kings,

they touch the sky, they fly high indeed without wings,

so I guess I’m just Redwood seedling famous among other things,

‘cause a tree doesn’t just begin big,

it’s how the seed grows and what the seed brings.

So I’m famous, it’s just no one knows yet the talents I bring.


It’s time. Support your local media.

In response to the COVID-19 crisis, Fitzhugh is now soliciting donations from readers. This program is designed to support our local journalism in a time where our advertisers are unable to due to their own economic constraints. Fitzhugh has always been a free product and will continue to be free. This is a means for those who can afford to support local media to help ensure those who can’t afford to can get access to trusted local information. You can make a one-time or a monthly donation of any amount and cancel at any time.

Click on for more information or to make your donation.

Thank you in advance for your support.

© Jasper's Independent Newspaper - Powered by Aberdeen Publishing                                                                                           Terms of Use | Privacy Policy

Scroll to top