in college i had a great poetry teacher named maureen seaton. she was a poet from NYC and had lived. really lived. she was so cool. i'll carry her joy and energy with me always.
we started our classes by "writing into the room". a basic free write, or stream of consciousness that brought us into the present to breathe poetry.
kai and i did this today...i love his poem.
hiruko slide side kick
right elbow
tick tock clock
mouse
mr. kaikai
mr. daddy mrs. mommy mr. story
by kai
here's mine:
dreaming of mint fields
flowing down
wet stones that get us all wet
dry flowers that
we all smell and follow the
scent
is he here
is he sitting
all this love and so
much music...
by jen
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