Meta 2011-09-22

http://writeeverydaymoster.blogspot.com/2011/09/creation-1-poem-2011-09-22.html

This one is based on a memory from Karin,

Years ago, camping in Ithaca, there were four deaf friends at a site up the hill from mine. As the night wore on, and we let our fire die down, they built theirs up, so they could continue talking. The last thing I saw before I closed my eyes, were their wild and graceful arms, animated against the silent dark

I told her it should be a poem, but she demurred.  I like this one in concept, but I do think it's a little too on-the-nose.

 That's OK; it's my first one in this forum.