Favorites From a Facebook Collaborative Poetry Project

Michelle at Today's Little Ditty has the roundup!

I recently began putting a line or two in my status on Facebook. From there my Facebook friends leave comments creating the remaining lines. It has been fun to watch these poems progress and grow. It has also brought some who don't usually write poetry to join in with a line. It's less intimidating to generate a line but can be tricky when the poem is in flux.

Here are some offerings from the project:

The hurricane, a thief
leaves the grass
spiked and colorless.
Sand, driven into the weathered boards.
Wind whips about
funneling and twisting back into the dark eye
of a wrinkled face
of a hopelessly insecure little round man.
Rushing water unleashes gas tanks to bounce and bob down the river
tearing century old covered bridges to shreds.
Fear and rage keep me tethered
tying me to the inner vortex.
As if the hurricane-thief thought,
I will take everything and leave you grass.
Spiked colorless grass.


Tea Biscuit Memories

As my honey dipped spoon stirs my tea
the aroma of biscuits fills the air.
I hear my grandmother's steps cross to the oven.
"Almost ready," she calls.
The smell fills her kitchen.
My stomach growls in anticipation
as they emerge
golden hued and inviting.
Her house coat is tattered and worn,
much like her skin it shows the age and wear.
Every wrinkle is a story to be heard.
She takes a long drag on her Lucky Strikes cigarette,
pulls on the red flowered oven mitt and opens the oven door.
Each artisan creation kneaded with love unconditional
aroma and aesthetic needed to create a memory.
As I waken, I feel blessed for the visit
and can still smell the faint aroma of her floating in the air.
I gaze at the curtains that once were hers.
Hear her laughter and wise words.
She lives in my heart.
We pour green tea in fancy cups, in her honor.
We call ourselves, Cassies's Girls.