Volcanic rock is full of holes
Sometimes rocks whisper out loud
Brightly shining liquid joy
The wrap up of something great & new & wondrous for tomorrow
© Lydia Lowe 8-22-2011
*written at Lori Brack's writer's workshop
- - -This poem was written in a round. I started the poem with the first line, then passed it on to the person to my right who added the next line, then it passed on to two more people. Each time the paper was passed the line that had just been written was hidden, so that the next person did not know what the previous line was. It's interesting to see how the poem develops and what it becomes.