Collaborative piecemeal poem featuring my fantastic makeshift group of 5: The most surprising thing about this ~10 minute brainstorm and integration exercise was just how amazing the final poem ended up flowing!
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the day feels like wa
the earth's crust is on fire
and yet, here we
are. human
in the knowing that nature always wins
it's all wa
a fat old man who doesn't give a damn
about anything on the land
a deformed rabbit
rumbles, rushing, rumping, running, ruling
fate fumbles, and fate falls, so fabulously
as a child I dreamed about the day I would
travel through coruscate
I can hear the songs
they sing
as a child I knew a bumfuzzle who would
always yell at me for playing too close to his lawn
a shushing silence sweeps over me as my
heart withers away from your shivering words
a hollowness that covers my entire body
yet my bumfuzzle grew to love my playing
and I his yelling
but love is love is love, or is it a rose?
he bit my lip. I couldn't quite tell if
it was intentional
it drew blood
I liked it
I never want to witness coruscate
as this will be the end
to bloom, to love, with millions of little vibrations
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Everything below this point is based on the exercise prompts that Lauren gave us — from the random word pulled, to using particular sounds or sentences, and the 10-minute flash poem I constructed.
adverb (Scottish)
definition: in a direction contrary to the sun's course, considered as unlucky; counterclockwise."she danced widdershins around him"
poem:
a shushing silence sweeps over me as my
heart withers away from your shivering words
a hollowness that covers my entire body
like a weighted blanket that offers no warmth
only shivers through my spine
down to my shins
as a child I didn't believe
that widdershins could ever affect me
that I would also feel full
I shudder at the thought
of running empty for good
yet my relationship
with widdershins
seems to be constantly
widening
I want to come to a point
where I can always open
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