Just before lunch time at the Summer Institute, David engaged us in a game of Poetry Poker. In small groups a dealer passes out five cards from a deck with interesting words. Each player looks at his or her cards and decides to pick at least 3 new ones or play with the hand they have. A player takes her five cards (five words) and creates a line of poetry. She does not have to use all five words. Here’s my Poetry Poker poem:
The gentle allure of heaven is like a roar of denial
Listen to the giggle of the earth, graceful in your devotion
though distant. Crave intense, soft passion.
Stream’s of life swaying, a struggling,
brittle chorus.
My group laughed heartily at my poem, and the others, because it sounds lofty.
