Poetry Creative Writing

Twice a week we conjugate in a circle

writers and scientists 

fourteen minds connected

Sharing the elegance of language 

poetic prosperity begins to seep

Into the very walls of our room

The circles energy pulsates

Our thoughts pop and burst 

Until Marcil expands 

Hot energy running 

out every door

Metaphors melt into hot puddles on the sidewalks

And similes streak across campus

We fill our minds with each other’s thoughts

One spits out ideas for another

Like a mother bird feeding her young

Perceptions regurgitated and digested fourteen different ways

Malleable ideas solidify 

And solidified ideas create malleable ones

Our circle of fourteen

Would have never met

Under any other circumstances

Infact

We may never speak again

Yet

When we are together

Twice a week

There is an unspeakable energy

That only these fourteen minds 

Will ever understand.