I am currently taking a 4 part writing workshop here in ND run by a creative, earthy, inspiring friend. At each meeting (and sometimes in between) we are given assignments meant to spark our imagination and fuel our writing.
I will be posting some of the pieces from the workshop as I feel they offer a great picture into my life and psyche right now. They are only slightly edited. Please comment, offer constructive criticism, etc.
Here is one of the pieces from our first session.
The Workshop Facilitator asked us a number of questions that we were supposed to answer with the first thing that popped into our minds. The questions were all in the format of:
If you were a ____, what/who/where would you be?
Once we had a list of terms, we were charged with making them into a poem. This is my result:
I am a Mother
I was once 25, but now I am a puzzle.
Or am I a 2004 Blue Minivan?
My heart quivers and sobs,
And prays like Chana in Shiloh.
My life is a forest,
Full of twisted olive trees.
I hide like a bear amongst the musky scent.
I hear the strains of a cello calling me.
I want to feel the glow of my candlesticks,
The warmth of my oven, my soft, cozy bed.
I was once 25, but now I am a puzzle.
Now, I Will Survive.
You are welcome to try and guess some of the questions!!
5 hours ago
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