A group poem is one written by each participant adding a line on the spot, as they feel moved to do so.
Not of the wild sea
Into the blue, blue of the oceanwhere the gardens are lush and
the trees sag with mango
my dyspraxic hands fumble
crushing the fragile fruit
I watch with my dream eye
and the world is drowned in tears
for our joy is but one
massaging out the unwanted
like time within a dream
you need to finish out your song
where half-written works of art are complete
the wish-keeper they called me
this is the saddest kiss
I sit here on my patchwork cushion
and float skywards
igniting spider web.