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Green Window by R. Sciryl

6/30/2020

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​Rainn wrote this for our Retirement Celebration in response to the prompt "broken glass."  Thank you for this powerful piece, Rainn, and for all the years of support! 

Green Window                    
by R. Sciryl


Pieces you’ve been broken in, still you remain strong
I revere your strength, sharp edges and rare tone
You are- Much deeper than the superficial
You are- Still resilient despite any issue  


I admire you- whether amber, green or clear
What did you once contain? Essential oil? Water? Beer?


Or did you use to be a window


A Green Window
A Green Window


Or did you use to be a window


A Green Window
A Green Window 


If you were, who all did you allow to see through?
Right (Write) into your psyche, your soul? Perhaps only a few?


I’ll bet you use to be a window


A Green Window
A Green Window


So I, express appreciation for your form
                                             …… Your worth
Your essence, your charm
                                            …. Your warmth


Though now broken, as paper when torn


You may never be the same, since breakin’ apart
How can I relate? I am human and have a heart
When that broke, I imagined a similar pattern
                                       ……. A shattering of sorts
                                        ….. Essentially- a divorce
Of one piece from the other, a separation
What used to be whole- now divided, in devastation 


Because we/re used to being windows 

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Now by Karen Gordon

6/30/2020

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Some writings tap into unconscious knowing. Such is the case with this one. It is a potent lesson that teaches us to listen to dreams, hunches, and our connection with the universe. I am ever grateful for the opportunity to write and share the pen's messages. 

(The following beautiful piece was written in a Green Windows workshop on June 3, 2020. Thank you, Karen! )


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Now
by Karen Gordon


We walk down the path.
There are broken bottles everywhere.
You point out one spot to me that is clear,
A little stream gurgles by and
To our surprise
There are live frogs in it.
Thru the stark silence, one croak then just a few more.
Overhead a crow caws.
This is where the car wash used to be. Over there are
The empty bones of the mall.
I guess I really thought we would be somewhere else by now.
Yet the air has cleared and we can
now go outside without masks.
The sky is a harsh blue
Beating overhead with brutal passion.

It’s five years further
I can still walk a good long ways.
It’s sad to say that
I do this alone.
You wait in the old house and
will greet me as best you can when I return.
We didn’t know it would be like this.
Yet it is so.

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I Write These Words by Jenna Frisch

6/9/2020

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Jenna wrote this beautiful piece in a Green Windows workshop on May 27, 2020, in response to the prompt "I write these words."   Thank you, Jenna! 


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I Write These Words
by Jenna Frisch


Dive in. Mess the page up with ink. 


i write these words to show myself to myself, first
to tease out the ideas / images / impulses & fixations that stir
& sometimes settle in the folds 
of my soft tissue, sometimes 
i write
to take a chisel 
to long held beliefs & feelings 
calcified to bone

i write the way i run
one word, one step at a time
one ear to the body, one open to the world 
with curiosity, care and abandon

i write i run 
to lose myself 
find myself
lose myself
find myself 

a seamless & sometimes labored act called 
l o v e 
self-care
respiration

i write i run 
to get clear
to lose myself 
on streets i know on streets i don’t know 
on blank pages
i empty

on filled pages
i find myself 

some version of myself i know or used to know
i find myself

in the swiftness of the pen & on hills i’ve run a hundred times
noticing new cracks, noticing old cracks

i leave 
pieces of myself on concrete & centerfolds

i write i run 

to express
elucidate
eclipse
unfurl
expose 
shades of experience 

the Walpiri people don’t have a word for color, he said
they see textures & shades have felt sense like

fresh rose petal blossoms
feet that grip & a mind that floats 
sometimes tugging insides in two directions
sometimes meeting gently in the middle
like a hot sun laying itself down 

at the edge
of the pacific
across clear skies

fire meets water 
& the Earth is held
in darkness & in light

setting sun reflecting heat off water & there is respite from cool before the air gets cold again
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