Mosswood Hollow, Duvall, Washington
Writers enjoy the thrill of petty larceny. Though I
don’t recommend grand theft, I encourage people at the start of my creative
writing programs to borrow lines, images and plot ideas from each other. At the
start of my 5-day adventure in Writing as a State of Conscious Dreaming today,
we accomplished this through a card game. I had everybody write a summary of a
dream or a story or just a few good lines on one side of an index card. Then we
took turns to pull cards from the deck and make up more of a story or script
from whatever was dealt to us, pretending that the card we drew contained our
own material.
It is great fun to compose group poems from a game like this. Here is a cycle of seven little verses I created from our sharing today:
It is great fun to compose group poems from a game like this. Here is a cycle of seven little verses I created from our sharing today:
Borrowed
Lines
1
Turn Off
Turn Off
Turning, turning. They kept her turning
till she didn’t know which way to turn.
So she turned harder, the other way
and became cyclone. She carried their houses
and banks, their laptops and diamond rings
and every sure thing in the swirl of her rage
until she turned all of them off.
till she didn’t know which way to turn.
So she turned harder, the other way
and became cyclone. She carried their houses
and banks, their laptops and diamond rings
and every sure thing in the swirl of her rage
until she turned all of them off.
2
Cat People
What you most hate is what you will become
unless you agree that
what you most fear is what you must do.
unless you agree that
what you most fear is what you must do.
3
Worker bees
On the porch, a few of us are fanning ourselves.
Most are torpid in sunlight, in a heat stupor.
Until one of us rouses and flies up counter-clockwise
Most are torpid in sunlight, in a heat stupor.
Until one of us rouses and flies up counter-clockwise
and we rise to follow, filling the air with our hum.
4
Breakfast Time
I love the spring bunny in a shaft of sunlight
on the dew-glistening grass, sweet and soft.
I drop from the sky in vertical descent,
talons exquisitely precise. Breakfast time.
on the dew-glistening grass, sweet and soft.
I drop from the sky in vertical descent,
talons exquisitely precise. Breakfast time.
5
All Roads
To tell you I love you is to love myself.
I must breathe this from my gut
and sing it with lungs and belly
until all roads lead to my heart, and you.
I must breathe this from my gut
and sing it with lungs and belly
until all roads lead to my heart, and you.
6
Key to the Attic
May you never forget to key to granma’s attic
in the place between sleep and awake
where you found another world when you were nine
that calls you now, all these decades gone.
in the place between sleep and awake
where you found another world when you were nine
that calls you now, all these decades gone.
7
The Right Line
Take the U Train
not the Them Train
never the Should Train
not the Might-Have-Been Train
pass by the Wannabe Train
skip the Must Train
Take the U Train, you.
not the Them Train
never the Should Train
not the Might-Have-Been Train
pass by the Wannabe Train
skip the Must Train
Take the U Train, you.
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