Workshop participant & poem author |
The Masks We Wear
We wear masks
that shine like gold
make us feel playful
We wear masks
of mystery
that hide our fear
We wear masks
of golden rings
when we feel tiny and scared
We wear masks
until we learn
to sparkle in the sun.
Red Leaf Poems
The Sole Red Leaf
Standing out
like a sore thumb
is not always easy
but sometimes
 it's the way we need to grow.
Although we bloom together
we will end wearing different colors.
We fall scattered over the earth
until spring when we rise again
together -
together.
Together we are one tree.
— Laura Jahnke
I'm the red leaf
that is really neat
people look up to me
because I'm so willing and free
I took charge of my future
even when life was a blur
that's not the end of me
I'll be back so willing and free.
— Amy 2/04
A youth dancer at a pizza and mandala family workshop
 Recording the song created by the group "Beneath the Surface"
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Poem written one week after leg amputation:
Drawing by a poetry therapy participant:
Erica "the nurse" as the mean stepsister in a story written by a poetry therapy participant
Oh to be a butterfly
to be so beautiful
to fly with the colors of the rainbow
in a spirited dance among the flowers
to be born and transformed
a symbol of calm and hope.
– Priscilla 4/04
I am a thunderstorm
rolling in fast
when I arrive
I'm a surprise
like the thunder
and I'm over with
like a flash of lightening
what I leave behind
will help some
but for others they'll
have to wait for the sun.
– Adam
Dream Wheels (poem in a round)
I want to give this dream wheels
past where the black top ends.
Cruise down that open endless road with one speed
taken things on headstrong with not a fear in the world.
I'd put the top down and let the wind
blow through my hair and howl in my ears.
I'd blast the music and sing at the top of my lungs.
It wouldn't matter if it was 20 below zero
or 80 degrees Fahrenheit.
With the road headed toward the sunset and spirits high
it seems endless
When the brakes are finally applied
my hair is bushed up like a birds nest and
bugs are stuck in my teeth.
But hey – happiness is measured in odd ways.
— Adam, Andrea, Di
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