It went something like this: Today, I challenge you to take a chance, literally. Find a deck of cards (regular playing cards, tarot cards, uno cards, cards from your “Cards Against Humanity” deck – whatever), shuffle it, and take a card – any card! Now, begin free-writing based on the card you’ve chosen. Keep going without stopping for five minutes. Then take what you’ve written and make a poem from it.
I pulled a card and allowed myself quick free-write. I took that material and turned it into this poem:
The Karma Card
Sometimes I feel like
An old soul, just walking
The same old path, crossing
And re-crossing lines like
A car in San Francisco
Who’s forgotten no left
Turns are allowed.
I get tired of reliving the mistakes
Of some silly, former self.
And how many times have
I re-morphed from bare-soled
Child into Mary Jane schoolgirl?
Years of one life backed up
Against the others like a stack
Of stones, and my bare soul
always crossing meteors with
Old anger burning my back.
I tell myself it’s time to leave,
But my dharma makes that choice,
Not my brain or whatever
Emotion I’m feeling on any given day.
And, besides, home could only
Return me to another birthing stone,
And I don’t yet feel quite ready enough
To grow this much grit again,
My teeth are still quite new
And I’ve still yet to comb the
Brittle hair of a lover or two,
Pulling petals, painting pictures,
Continuously binding myself,
A colorful, slim volume of
Good words like the perfect book
someone looks for along the
crowded, musty shelves ofthe local public library.