street roots
Nov. 9, 2012
History of Nature
Writing group
offers safe
place to share
By D e n n is K. R o llin s
History is a vein in sorrow.
It is a shallow ending
It is a day given too quickly
First it’s noon, then it’s midnight
Two skills you learn in a day:
How to speak and how to walk
Never fight.
BY COLE MERKEL
S T A F F W R IT E R
Years gone by
Days turned into months
Time goes quickly
For the essence of a raindrop is the value
of the rain
It’s a circle of faith for it dries up the next
day
When the sun comes out.
For the price we pay is in vein
Just a solid bit of history
For the sky has a value in it
Like dirt has a value
Dirt is gravity like the sky
Its gravity is the clouds
Deep, high above the mountaintops
Yearning for enchantment not plague
The trees are radiant to the dirt
To bring poisons out of our air we breath
For history is only a beginning but an
ending
Of Nature.
he Street Roots creative writing
group has been meeting every
Wednesday at 9:15 a.m. for the
past year with a simple mission: to create
a safe, inclusive space for anyone who
wants to join — for one meeting or many —
to discover the transformative power of
writing. The rules are easy: After reading
a selected poem or short story,
participants can write whatever they want,
even if it doesn’t follow the prompt, and
then share their work with the group.
The results have been profound with
writers discovering new voice every week
through poetry and short stories on
subjects ranging from cats to patriotism to
the holidays. Each participant brings his
or her own unique experience and point of
view and uses these perspectives to
compose poem and narrative that reflects
his or her place in life on a particular day.
The group is often a safe place to escape:
one hour every week where participants
can put aside the harsh realities of living
on the streets, enter the open, non-
judgmental atmosphere of the Street
Roots office and connect human-to-human
over the basic, healing power of writing
and personal reflection. This page features
a sampling of some of the word composed
in the group.
In celebration of National Novel Writing
Month, the four meetings in November
will focus on a sp e c ts of novel w riting,
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Come The Rain
By D e n n y W a lk e r
Rain seeks the embrace of mother earth
journeys the path of least resistance
Flows untiringly to the sea by many tributaries
destiny unfolding moment by moment
foretold by the ages
Never resting, never questioning
obeys only its own instincts
Pounding rocks to dust, carving gashes
on the face of its matriarch
Pulling, pushing, carrying, un-tethered,
and eroded victims to another abode
to await the coming of another rain.
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development. All are welcome to join.
By R ay V a u g h a n
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Falling down
Can you tell me what is going down?
As sand of times flow through my veins
Is it reality or is it insane?
As sands of times flow through me
Tell me, fallen angels, what do I see?
People living in the streets,
Hungry, cold; no shoes on their feet.
President says “Let’s fight a war.”
Tell me, Mr. President,
“What are we fighting for?”
Fallen angels, are you there?
Tell the truth, you just don’t dare.
Police harassing most they see
People imprisoned without need.
More for power, self, gain, and greed.
Fallen angels, fallen down
Fallen angels hit the ground
Sands of times flow through my veins
Telling me, all’s insane.
Fallen angels, tell me why.
All you say is one Big Lie.
Is it for liberty? Freedom?
Rights we need?
Or is it for oil? Religion?
Money, power, and greed?
Fallen angels
you know what else I see
as sands of times flow through me.