I am pleased to report that Collaborative Poem #2 was even more successful than #1. More people contributed to CollabTwo, and several people wrote whole stanzas. There were, however, far more non sequiturs in this edition: Cha-cha-ing pandas back up to men in black; “night syrup” precedes butterflies; a command to “be still” follows upbeat “picknicky deliciousness.” The imagery shifts constantly throughout: from general to specific, from pedestrian to divine, from lighthearted to brooding. Though CollabOne was a more cohesive piece overall, CollabTwo was a ton more fun.
A few highlights:
- The mother with tiny baby in its Bjorn who recited her contribution to me while I scribed.
- The (playfully) snarky reminder of one poet to a previous poet that it was in fact Sunday, not “one warm Saturday.”
- The father who posted his son’s section on Facebook as we stood there (helped by my emailing him the iPhone photo I took of his son writing.)
- The pit-spitting guy who inspired his friend to write “lackadaisical cherry pit drop”–one of my favorite lines. (It was a perfect description of the way he just let the pit ease its way out of his lips and fall to the ground. Though I was a little grossed out by his leaving slimy, spitty pits all over the grass around the tent where little kids were playing…)
All in all, an enjoyable day of literature-making! Without further ado (though I do LOVE ado), the poem:
Among meerkats and guitar chords,
the dogs lay panting
Southern screamers complete with claws
on Saturday, one warm Saturday
smiled the sun
with his friend the
cloud hiding close by
Dancing on the lawn
It really is Sunday, the
music is nice, love the art.
Never to sway
Only obey to the rhythm’s love
of what’s above.
Swishy grass below,
Chunky clouds above.
lackadaisical cherry pit drop
smell the kettle corn
hear it pop
A summer’s night syrup and flow
We watch ebb and drift, fleet and go.
I like red but the butterflies
liker challenge it to get me to eat
the iguanas feet.
Fortunately, it will not be…But the round
the round forever will sound, even amongst
the animals. Even in a zoo. Yip-Yip-Yippydo!
Like the endless parades
of circus-colored days
We lie here in this maze
To we have paintings
We have good days
and bad days
We have lucky days
and not lucky days
Mommy days and
Sister days and
all are full of love!
This is a lucky day to be here
in the day of luck, and love
be still + know
Pandas like to dance cha-cha-cha
When the man in the
black jacket comes
you will feel the wet
heat and the continuous
lamp will burn and die.
Small yet interesting.
But until then we will join the pandas
and teach them the electric slide
Warm Sunday, fun sun-day, gazing up at the sky
the smoke spiraling around and around, hiding
the shy, bashful moon that has risen early to watch
this day, until time comes to pair it with a
perfect night later on.
Can you dig it! Seekers!!
By Diane Valach, Sheryl Forrester, Alicia, Margaret, Lana, Jacqueline Erbe, Lacey, Jordan, Natasha, Stacey, Jill, Francesca, Christy, Julianne, Finnie, Jake, Eddie, Andrea Vielma, Carol Vielma, Jesse Santillan
Thank you to everyone who contributed!