the skin of my hand

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i started playing a little writing game with friends this past weekend and i've been continuing it this week.  it's real simple and maybe you've tried it.  each person in a group thinks of a word (or 2 or 3) and everyone writes a bit incorporating all the words.   

i've been meaning to do some creative writing, you can probably tell from my blog that i love poetry, but until this weekend i was dragging my feet getting started.  having people to do it with gives me the nudge i need.  

here are the last 2 bits by first, a friend, and second by myself:

 fibers worn bare

   a continental drift 

   in the palm of a hand 

             radish seeds 

   

   all spilled out 

    on the stone walk 

    tripping around them 

       in a dance 

          

    tango revisited

    all out of breath

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i should spare you the skin of my hand

though the seeds scatter.

as if yellow was the color of our breath

as if dancing was not it's own drift

as if the fibers would hold it all in.

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we aren't taking a lot of time to do this...so perfectionism is not a part of this activity.  it's meant to be fun and good exercise for your creative brain.  do you want to do a little writing with me?  i will give you some words to use here: bandit, bodies, bee sting, liar.

and if you want to, in the comments give me some words and i'll share what i come up with!

xo