Today’s Member Monday sees pieces sent in from participants of Anna Elkins’ ‘Pilgrimage of Poetry’ workshop. If you recall, participants walked around outside of the meeting at All Saints Episcopal Church until they found one thing that drew their attention. Then participants concentrated on all of the sensory images they drew from that object, and by the end of the workshop, had crafted a poem from those sensory images. Here are several that were submitted to the blog.

The Blessor

Granite chunk – large, heavy, rich hue of orange/gold and pale turquoise.
You touch me with your Grandeur.
Silence emanates from you.
American Natives call Stones the Keepers of Earth Memories.

You stand alone
above adjacent field of smaller stones.

A Sentinel?     Guardian?       Transmitter of Sacred Silence?

I bow and touch your surface.
Blessing fills me.

I stand in Silence.

 

Sonia Lovejoy

HUMMER

You are the blur of speed-demon wings hovering overhead

You are a lively twittering of scolding and questioning family and friends

You are a feathered hobbit secretly living in the thick, fragrant branches of a Coastal Pine tree

You are an insatiable drinker of sweet red nectar

You are a harbinger of Summer’s end

You…bring me Wonder

I…give you a Safe Haven free of cats and dogs!

by

Vicki Nelson

October 21, 2017

Redding Writers’ Forum Member

The Little Library

 

You are another world, hiding in plain view from the rest of the world.

You are the chatter coming from the pages of the books.

You are the flowers and trees that surround your stand.

You are the raindrops that trickle down the shingles of your roof.

You are intriguing, luring us to enter and wander through the pages of the books.

Bring me the stories that tempt me to lose myself in.

I give you credence and appreciation for these books.

 

Vickie Linnet

Traveler

You are a pile of rounded river rocks, far from any river

You are the sound of cars on the road, heading somewhere else

You are the scent of damp air and dirt

Scent so strong that I can taste the rain and the clay

You are a chill in the air

 

Bring me peace that I am exactly where I am supposed to be today

I give you my love for the journeys

George T. Parker