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questions & introductions

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I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide

or press an ear against its hive.

I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,

or walk inside the poem’s room
and feel the walls for a light switch.

I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author’s name on the shore.

But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.

They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.

Introduction to Poetry by Billy Collins

I googled it
what was the history?
the meaning?
my ability to write,
along with me,
had just been put into this container –
a paper bag
that I couldn’t write my way out of?
It felt like a throw down challenge
how difficult is this challenge?
and, by golly
how did I get into the this giant paper bag?
armed only with pen,
quite obviously
a silly decision.
Why didn’t I think to bring scissors?
or
chocolate?
If I had chocolate
I wouldn’t really mind being in this paper bag
I should have thought of it…
just in case I can’t figure out
how to write myself out.
Of course,
I didn’t really intend to get stuck here
in a paper bag
it just somehow happened
when I got caught in a cross-fire
of two people
with razor-sharp writing skills.

are there's better than mine,

(I guess so since I just used the wrong theirs ☺️)
or have I just chosen a different angle?

do all voices matter?
hmmmm,
maybe I’ll just stay in this bag
and take a nap.
it’s pretty comfy here.
Oh nice, I have an orange in my pocket.
I can write again later
when I’m in the mood

Amy Lloyd

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here's the thing…

what's a girl to do with all this happiness?

what sort of containers can hold this amount of wild joy?

will howling at the moon help?

or dancing in a beautiful fountain with you? 

will you take a different train to see me? 

tell me again that I'm the most beautiful girl you've ever seen?

will you love me at 100%?

my living a great life doesn't depend on you…

but it would be nice to share all this giddy bliss!

do something wild together!

let joy flow in big puddles all around us

till we swim in the ocean of this grace

Amy Lloyd

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