Poetry Excercise 2

The following "poem" was created as a group project. The rules were that someone began by writing 2 or 3 lines. The paper was then handed to the next person who also wrote 2 or 3 line which related in some way to the previous person's lines. Then the paper was handed to the next person, but he was only allowed to read the lines written by the previous writer and create new lines related to those lines. Following is the poem created by (Stan Denski, Joe Cunningham, Kevin Friedly, Tim Thomas and Steve Fox).

The sounds of traffic
The smell of coffee
Another spring morning

In the Johnson street wind tunnel
I don't have quite enough lift
To leave the deck

So here I remain
A boat moored in a storm
Battered agains the rails waiting to be untied.

Will it be the storm that does it?
A force of nature? Or one of will, intention?

We intend, we will, as though it matters. -
A molecular stew simmers below.

These things and smaller things
smaller and smaller still
Eventually, everything blurrs.

Take a step back, regain focus
Get a different perspective
A new view, a new way.

Then you find you've been here before
Nothing's really new, just re-newed
Re-viewed and re-hued.

Familiar, yeh but re... somethinged.
Like visiting old co-workers still on a
Job you've long left and been
Glad to have done so.

Long left...and like a ghostly memory
The only witnesses a wreath of smoke
and ashes of autumn. - "The Hive"