Creative Writing Class

Every week, a group of women sit down with a cup of tea, pen and paper to participate in an hour of creative writing. We write letters, short stories and poems. It's light and funny at times, and sometimes it makes us cry. But it's also encouraging and uplifting to share our writing with each other.

FEET

Time is of the essence to all things great.

How much and how long.

To adjust to time and allow things to flow.

To trust, when you've trusted before and had that

thrust to the floor.

To be just.

Justice is the law.

The freedom to be brings whispers from the trees.

Solid with long roots that have a life.

Only to be chopped down with a single blow.

What for Greed?

It is a creed that most people need.

To belong to what, what is their needs?

Needs are real, so why do people hide them?

So they remain 'whole', or is that 'hole'?

Dark and deep they seep into what they reap.

So why don't they weep from across the street?

Because they have no feet!

What to say to the people you meet.

How's your feet?

Anonymous