Collaborative
Poetry
from
the
Play With Your Words Writing Workshop
by
Marina, Gail, Stephanie, SuRay, Julie, and Becky
January 27th, 2002
workshops
Play With
Your Words
Writing Workshop
Magic Money
in issue six
Scintillations
Real Friendship
Letters To My Younger
Self
My Friends
And Me
Real Dream Interpretation
More Real Dreams
Surviving Friendship
Grateful For That Kiss
Supportive Friend
Moody Girl
Making Friends
With My Inner Critic
Low Speed Chase
To Power
Periodic Friend
Life Based
Upon A Word
Follically-Challenged
Friendships
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Scott Carlisle
Dana Ehrlich
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laughter
and happiness shine through the fog
silliness and water lights brighten the day
I picture a world of horses and carriages
in the age old town of Tuscan glory
I drink a deep throaty toast
to myself drenched in wine
and to have someone savor me
for the delicacy I am
a tender little peach blossom
blown here and there
the
angels, they know what they’re doing
filling my life with so much joy
even as we say good-bye
I smile and drink to our tie
burgundy, rich symbol of life
a drop contains the world
a drip a part of that world
would you like to share my drip?
Oh
how I would like to know
the name you call yourself by
you chose by giving it your character
exploration, fearless and sublime
resting while watching a sunset
as it slips into a turquoise sea
in the merry-go-round of the county fair
the children run with crayon colored balloons
They
talk about a road less traveled
my road has dusty travelers
my life has happy people
who laugh and smile and sing
as the fingers of the ferris wheel spin
only to culminate in a colorful rainbow
shot through with stardust
glimmers must mean something magical
like sparkles and fairy dust
and the promise after a spring rain
in
the pinwheel of life
there is silly laughter around a candy dish
I’m picking my favorite
I hope it’s chewy
but will it be?
it’s so hard to tell from the outside
and so unimportant
I know
Where
will this one lead?
to a grassy field or a
mountain top where I can see all the world
and breathe deeply in the new
Now it reaches and opens
my yearning, your breathing
awake, inhaling
rejoicing in the pulse of life
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