God Sang The Blues
God sang the blues
when the forest sang
The blues man has the power
to paint a tapestry with his music
as sounds like streamers form a tapestry of beliefs
the forest of melodies begins painting a rhythm in my mind
the blues dripped down into my soul
and I was the sponge
the sponge of power
is God
...Created by participants of the Collaborative writing workshop
Electric Thunder Tumbling
Inner Groove Poets of
The Arc of High Point
Wednesday, April 30th, 6:30 pm
GSO Central Library
Lalenja Harrington, local poet and facilitator, led participants through a synergistic collaborative writing process that encouraged creative input from all members. The workshop included exercises and creative tips developed with poets from The Arc of High Point who “bring it on” every month at Barnes and Noble. This innovative session concluded with an open mic designed to elicit the workings of the mind’s “inner groove.”