Haiku on Sunday

Mahongony cone, with sap clings.
Sun rays melt certain grasp
like resolve.

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Breath is gone. Red dirt shifts
In its own auburn light,
Parched, a homeless god.

The above is a product of today's Haiku led by our Pat Nolan.

Hey, what was it that I told the group that I would post here? Something about next month's JustCAWS gathering at Casa Verde Commons entailing crazy exercises to come up with a witty ditty, a plain name, a pogo logo, a lame game? We want more general CREATIVITY exercises that lend themselves to the heart of the matter of CREATIVITY which will then find expression in each woman's chosen media...written or spoken work, visual arts, movement, sound, etc. Actual practice or tool developing, skill building, medium expedium, that may be limited to particular art forms can happen at other times or locations and be POSTED HERE. But the first of the month meetings will target EVERYWOMAN's creative juices.

So the poets who poet don't have to draw, the fancy dancy Nancies don't have to cut-and-paste or cook-and-taste.

Did I get it right? Does my message come through? Write to me, please, to let me know!

On another note:

• If you are a creative woman who wants information about poetry gatherings in the Pikes Peak region, or
• if you want to post to this blog,

email me at JaniceBlack@pcisys.net for an invitation/instructions to join.

Janice