Live Virtual Group Session: 6PM EDT October 24th 2022

Thank you to everyone who joined us for this session!

For this session we read the poem An Old Story by Tracy K. Smith, posted below. 

Our prompt was:  Write about a color that has made you weep.

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An Old Story by Tracy K. Smith

We were made to understand it would be
Terrible. Every small want, every niggling urge,
Every hate swollen to a kind of epic wind. 
Livid, the land, and ravaged, like a rageful 
Dream. The worst in us having taken over 
And broken the rest utterly down. 
                                                                 A long age 
Passed. When at last we knew how little 
Would survive us—how little we had mended 
Or built that was not now lost—something 
Large and old awoke. And then our singing 
Brought on a different manner of weather. 
Then animals long believed gone crept down 
From trees. We took new stock of one another. 
We wept to be reminded of such color. 

Tracy K. Smith, "An Old Story" from Wade in the Water.  
Copyright © 2018 by Tracy K. Smith.  


5 thoughts on “Live Virtual Group Session: 6PM EDT October 24th 2022

  1. Rita B

    A color that makes me weep – Rita Basuray

    Red in rage would make me howl
    Blue in wonder would make me cry
    Purple, enriched, would make me bawl
    Black in despair would definitely make me sniffle
    Yellow in jealousy would make me whimper

    But, green by mixing blue and yellow, would definitely make me weep!

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  2. A Color that Made me Weep

    I remember them as blue
    but were they?
    a blue grey hued with black
    that first appeared silently
    on his belly and were quietly ignored
    until they could not be
    And they grew and spread
    to his neck, shoulder, arms
    as I gently tried to provide some comfort
    I remember how every mole became a blue grey lump
    taking him in a cruel swift attack
    leaving us empty
    and then rain
    the leaves of the maple trees
    slick and green
    watching over us

    Beth H

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  3. About a color that has made me weep~~~

    The color red stirs my soul and pierces my heart.
    Since the creation of mankind, there seems never to have been enough… never enough land, never enough possessions, never enough power.
    We find our differences and shove them to the forefront… our commonalities are hidden in the background.
    The perpetuation of us versus them.

    Wars pitting brother against brother, the refusal to listen, to think, to reason…erupting the blood flow across the landscape.
    When will this all come to an end?
    Will we have to experience a rebirth of our humanity through extinction… a weeding out of the evil from society?

    I see the red stain upon the earth and upon my heart.
    I weep tears with the hope that I may endure this troubled time and be engulfed in the brilliance and serenity of white light.


  4. Scarlet Kinney

    The Shroud

    Was it blue? The color of her eyes,
    Still brilliant, still startling, as her soul left her body?

    Was it green, or brown? Colors she said didn’t match,
    Until I pointed out they were the colors of trees?

    Or was it violet? Like the lilacs she loved?

    Or yellow?

    Or Red?

    Or orange?

    All colors make me weep over the memories they trigger.

    In the end, the one color that makes me weep
    Is black, the color containing all colors,
    And I wear it like a living, breathing, shroud.


  5. Scarlet Kinney

    Recently, a Maine conceptual artist created a huge installation in an old mill. It consisted of several three-sided, fully furnished “rooms” she constructed, painting every single thing in each room a single color. There was the red room, the green room, etc. Viewers were invited to enter the rooms and write in a journal there (which was also the same color as everything else in the room) the feelings and thoughts triggered or inspired by the color of the room. This assignment reminded me of that installation.


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