Live Virtual Group Session: 12PM EDT October 16th 2021

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For this session we close-read the poem the “A Portable Paradise” by Roger Robinson, posted below.

Our prompt for this session was: “My paradise…”

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A Portable Paradise - by Roger Robinson

And if I speak of Paradise,
then I’m speaking of my grandmother
who told me to carry it always
on my person, concealed, so
no one else would know but me.
That way they can’t steal it, she’d say.
And if life puts you under pressure,
trace its ridges in your pocket,
smell its piney scent on your handkerchief,
hum its anthem under your breath.
And if your stresses are sustained and daily,
get yourself to an empty room – be it hotel,
hostel or hovel – find a lamp
and empty your paradise onto a desk:
your white sands, green hills and fresh fish.
Shine the lamp on it like the fresh hope
of morning, and keep staring at it till you sleep.

2 thoughts on “Live Virtual Group Session: 12PM EDT October 16th 2021

  1. Patricia D.

    My paradise is not a place, or sound, or taste, or person, or feeling, or anything like that.
    Rather, my paradise is an awareness of something beyond you, or me, or we.
    I have occasionally glimpsed it and if required to describe it
    I would say that it is like the sky filled by the aurora borealis.


  2. My Paradise~~~

    It was a trek to the mountains in the Adirondacks.
    Just Mom and Me.
    Traveling on a winding road among the fog clouds circling the mountain.
    Approaching the cabin, nestled among the towering white pines,
    a sweet, earthy smell pervading the senses.
    Surrounded by vistas offered by Mother Nature,
    of valleys below nestled in green.
    Listening at night as I doze off to sleep,
    to the boughs of the pines swinging and singing their sweet lullaby.

    Togetherness, love, peace, contentment.
    A retreat from the world… a paradise.


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