On Feb. 19, we wrote collaborative poems with each other during our AASU general meeting . AASU women wrote for 5 minutes on “home and family” or “my favorite food.” Then, we traded the poems with a partner and wrote a new poem based on the verbs in our partner’s poem! Here are some (anonymous) poems from the workshop. Enjoy!
~~> HOME IS WHERE MY MOM IS.
My mother called me down to eat
She quietly says “eat rice”.
The smells of the soups come drifting into my room
and the scent lingers on my clothes
The kitchen is dim as I sit beside her.
The vegetables and meat staring straight at me.
Everyone taskes their food away, but I sit
with my mother, bare feet touching
the cold tiles.
An exchange of silent glances.
Home is where my mom is.
—–
Drifting, drifting
Someone called to me from the shore,
begging me to come back,
But all I can do is stare.
They try to force me
to say this
to take that
until all that lingers is but a shell,
or maybe a hologram of a person.
But I refuse to listen.
Drifting, drifting,
until I find my path.
——-
Clouds flipping, lifting
to let daylight through
swirling, curling into each
other
a dragon, cupcake — wisps
of imagination drifting
cooking in my mind pouring
out through my words
imagination creativity dreaming
words power action.
———
She lets panko fall through
the small crevices between her fingers,
flipping the shrimp expertly in the
dim light of our kitchen.
Lifting up the glass lid of the
rice cooker, steam clouds her
expression.
She pours oil into the pan
and cooks the shrimp to a crisp.
Golden particles drift.