"Title: 50"
By Laurie J. Hamblen
Heat rises from within me but no fever is there.
Cool are the nights but sweat I bear.
Thoughts become unclear and sometimes sharp like a blade.
No more plugs will be required soon as I grow hotter day by day.
Shreds of my mane and nails dry.
Time has gone by so fast and yet I sweat.
Peel off the sweatshirt and
Wear a tank instead.
Take Primrose oil with black co-ash.
Protects the heart now they say.
But I can't stand another day.
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"Awaiting the Zombie Apocalypse"
By Deans and Directors of Nicolet
Amidst the noise of an everyday life
I seek the quiet space in the depths of my soul
Or in the soothing sounds of a breeze in the leaves.
As the wind blows by in the trees,
I see the light of day.
I seek the stillness of my heart's spirit
going to my sacred inner space, honoring that sacred inner place.
And when the day seems gray and my spirit needs a lift . . .
I am reminded of the coming Zombie Apocalpyse with a longing joy.
Oh, the whispering pines.
I close my eyes and let nature take me away.
The birds call me with a sweet song that invites me to go astray.
While the wind shakes the popples and dances on the lake,
I seek the quietness amidst the noise of everyday life.
This poem was created collectively during a meeting on April 17, 2012. In round-robin fashion, each person added to the poem.
