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In this gathering, we listened and contemplated the poem "Trim" by Yalie Saweda Kamara. Patrick Raneses from The Well opened our session with a labeling meditation and Erica Manto Paulson led our exploration of the poem.
PROMPT: Write about something you’ve exchanged (physical or emotional) that became a way of remembering or archiving.
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Read poems created by the group below. And send us your poem to include!
Copyright © for all the poems below belong to their respective authors.
Love Perspective
by Gifted Johnson-Wilkinson
In and Out of focus
Of my view
A kaleidoscope of colors
Slip through my hands
As I pour the complexities of my heart
Onto an empty canvas
Patterns, sequences, or elements
Change
Full bright red colors
Bleed and blend to
Purple and brown hues
Lost in a maze of confusion
Overwhelmed in a sense of
Urgency to find my own
Harmonious pairing or gradient
Yet there's no place to call
Home of the perfect shade
Gifted © 2025
Torchbearer
by Bryce Kessler
My fingers
lightly
touched
yours
as you
handed me
the fireproof
box
Kept safe
for twenty
years
I felt your
protectiveness
and its
endurance
in the way
your hands
clutched
trembled
just slightly
Being the
only
collector of
family ephemera
is a personal
burden
and not one
that transfers
easily without
fear of
slipping
like a grain
of sand
caught
in the
riptide
of human
history
cast out
to open
sea
but trust
me
I can do this
as my
grip
tightened
and I
pulled the
box
close
to my
heart.
Love
by Susan Jane Scardina
I sit eyes closed feet to floor
hands ask on my knees
I feel a pulse at my wrist
sit still, almost a tryst
hands ask on my knees
I find past love
sit still, almost a tryst
the way waves fall
I find past love
breathless in secret
the way waves fall
never the same before
breathless in secret
for both perhaps a while
never the same before
probably a simple smile
for both perhaps a while
I feel a pulse at my wrist
probably a simple smile
I sit eyes closed feet to floor
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