Join a participatory writing exercise inspired by a prose or poem prompt. Sitting beside experienced writers, we’ll listen to the prompts, write whatever comes to mind, and share a few of our spontaneous creations with the group.
Here’s one I hope appeals to Gardners:
by Mary Oliver
LINES WRITTEN IN THE DAYS OF GROWING DARKNESS
Every year we have been
witness to it: how the
world descends
into a rich mass, in order that
it may resume.
And therefore
who would cry out
to the petals on the ground
to stay,
knowing as we must,
how the vivacity of what was is married
to the vitality of what will be?
I don’t say
it’s easy, but
what else will do
if the love one claims to have for the world
be true?