National Poetry Month 2018

Update: May 1, 2018

Wow! We are all hungry, maybe even more than we are aware, when our daily routines cloud our vision. Here is unobstructed, clear and free verse we’ve created together, as we grow together. Thank you for this wonderful journey, and I can’t wait to take the next one with all of you.Warmly,AnielaWhat Makes Me Hungry

A collaborative poem

Edited by Aniela Gregorek

1 It’s not the yellow that curbs my ravenous craving, but the still-unknown whiteness of the canvas –whispering from deep within, dormant dreams begin to call.The mystery of the unfamiliar pulling me from the doldrumsof the known, sharp thrill of fear conquered, private.Distinct from awe, soft resonant yielding to the shared. Push and pull. Motivation moving me forward and habits pulling me back. This is the battle within –a wall can be white, it can also be climbed. 2Body red orange mind, yellow arms purple legs. Thinking out loudthese colors feed my light, my strength increasing power. Listening to you. Moving. Baby to woman or man. Back to baby.When I can rest in the lightness of just enough, aliveness permeates. Brush strokes may alter the canvas of hunger. Will they satisfy the need, or play with the want?Forewarned is fourarmed. And that’s half an octopus. The mind abhors discipline, continuously jumps on this or that, 3it’s some power within that maintains the direction I sail. I follow the words of the maven while we shoulder the burden along with the gods.Though we walk this world alone each and all,we’ll find the throne. This is not the beginning nor the endbut we will all learn to bend. To scorn your desiresis only the start, which is to find the true beauty of art. The unknown path scares me, but I will take it for the joy of growth and making mistakes. 4Add lightness to love and you are living My true hunger is a satisfied one. A hunger for depth that comes from depth. Not a grasping for impermanent satiation, not clinging to desirous surfaces, but a true blue thirst to be flowing with life itself. A lake calm as glass, my body yearns for that exhilarating feeling of slicing through it slalom, leaning in, leaning out, jumping the wake. 5For now, my memory feeds the emptiness.It doesn’t matter if you are around or not. What livesmust live on, what is about to die must also live on.Persistent, the wind over the water, always changing, I let my spirit be present in body and steady my mind, in trust and full attention. Awake to the gift of life. The universe laughs in each sunrise and sunset.When we understand, we laugh along, not ragingagainst the intangible colors, the invincible light. 6Thinking I need more makes me heavy. Having just enough brings lightness. Breath, awe, deep gratitude – I am love in motion.

Collaborated by:

Scott RobinsonMonicaBryon HowardKatharinePatrickMichelleDonnaDayanaHussainArleneManaz TankamaniHeidi Saban-StillsAditya MehraMickeyV SomBruceGlenHeatherHavanaChorine

Aniela Gregorek

Happy Bodies,

April is a month of celebrating poetry. Here is an invitation for all of you to collaborate in creating another group THB poem.

(click here to see the last group poem)

Continue reading below for more details…

The Prompt

All change is not growth,

all movement is not forward.

– Ellen Glasgow

When you feel alive you have desires and wants, and that’s the energy that nudges. Do you want to move forward, try to change? Are you still curious, and have sense of wonder?

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Let’s find out…

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Here is the title and the first two lines to get us started:

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What Makes Me HungryIt’s not the yellow that curbs my ravenous craving,but the still-unknown whiteness of the canvas (Aniela)

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Please add your line(s) in the comments below.

• 1Add your line to the poem in the comments below
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• 3Check back and watch the poem grow

Thank you for participating!

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