Each week, I create a ‘found poem’ from lines written and shared by women in the writing circle. It is always a surprise to see how the lines will weave together, forming a meaning entirely new/different from that of the original writings. At the same time, women delight in seeing their lines transformed, supporting one another’s meanings and words in fresh and surprising ways. Each week is different in content; but this element of delight is a common experience week after week.
I’ve battled with my own fear
to give you whatever you wish —
your heart or your mother’s dream for you,
need for open space unfilled.
The bucket of my open mouth
is all I’ve ever wanted —
only wanted love and acceptance
How can anyone resist
your smile from ear to ear?
Stories and laughter abounded
until my demon pushed everyone away.
Through miles and miles of cold,
you lit small worlds into being.
I heard that voice years ago,
every minute of me and you.
Then things got really tricky,
I peel myself off the ground
hungry for myself, hungry for you.