Group Thoughts by Steve Palys

Hearts opened up, emotions shared revealing our passions.
Exposing our vulnerability of spirit as we embrace each others
desires to touch a place in their hearts.

Our song of words unrehearsed encouraged by friends of the
heart and soul.
In this time we have in common no judgment of each others
thoughts.

Just a desire to listen to expressions of emotions that come
from within.

Senses by Steven Palys

Quiet and calm but stirring underneath the surface is the
strength of an emotion brought on by a thought of a lover's
eyes.

The bow points to the wind as the sun sets waking our dreams.
Seeing our lifes desire’s come through in our dreams.

As the rain soaks into grass we stop to watch dogs playing
Frisbee. The dramatic evening shy passes by and touches our
inner poet.

To see simple joys of running, jumping and pillow fights. Air
flied with the aroma of popcorn while watching movies

Thoughts of dancing while fallen asleep listen to the waves,
watching with admiration as the curves pass by, watching their
smiles widen as the days burdens melt away into suntans.

Nobody Knows

This is a piece by a new member, Sandi Jean, in response to our latest workshop assignment.

Nobody knows

the plight of another

the ups, the downs,

the path of our brother.

Nobody knows

the reason he does

the things that he does

that seem without cause.

Nobody knows

yet everyone judges

we’re quick to convict

and hold lasting grudges

Yet somebody knows

all the facts and suppose

that if we knew them too

we’d feel pretty darn blue

at our part in his execution.

Haven

From one of our most prolific writers, Rebecka Stock:

Haven

Suddenly I am alone.

Thin grey voices fade in 

and out, but I no longer

respond to them.

It is dark.

I hear a voice

naked with longing

and hoarse with hope.

Hands reach out

their touch returns me

to the long sought haven.

I am home, at last.

I turn and look once more

at those left behind,

but the silent souls vanish,

lost in the mists of time.

Workshop 4/3/08

Fran brought this challenging workshop: Select a color, write a poem about that color without mentioning it. See if the group can guess the color.

I don't have Fran's or Chris' efforts (in future posts, we'll include workshop work from all members) but I'll post my piece:

your eyes when you wear your favorite sweater

are like

that great picture we saw, 

remember?

lace-like macro

with morning’s dew or 

afternoon’s  late rain;

clinging dollops made large by the extremity of 

the close up; 

are like

the still lake across the street

its surface covered

with velvet that 

somehow reflects the sunset

flipping the bright

to deep forest hues;

are like

a corn field before the cobs come

endless ocean 

winds causing waves

and children running through

emerging with hair and clothes frosted with 

the color of your eyes

when you wear your favorite 

sweater

Can you guess the color?

Welcome Poets

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