Here is one of the "exquisite poems" we wrote today. The technique was simple: each person (there were four of us) wrote two lines, folded the paper so that only the second line was visible, and handed it to the next person who would do the same thing. We kept going until we filled the paper. The theme was motion, although we all stuck to that pretty loosely. Most of the motion came from writing and passing the paper along as quickly as possible, since we are doing for at once. Rapid-fire writing.

They all came out pretty awesome. I think this one's my favorite.

The summers breeze going through my fingers
smelling of the new season, while it still lingers
crunching down pulling forward
swiftly without effort transporting
everyone who was in the room to Canada, where they immediately began
singing at the top of their lungs. The birds in the trees
looked up, startled. They’d never heard anything like it
like words unread or written
something you would think was probably forbidden
the squelching of boots obviously on the ground
feet creeping anxiously
forward… then stopping abruptly.
The collision sounded like rain would
if rain fell all at once
I’d live my last moments
and breathe my last few breaths
my chest heaving up and down
such a simple motion
makes everyone stop and watch
with their eyes darting back and forth.
It looked like suns colliding.
my eyes could not bear what was happening
souls evaporating into thin air,
slowly reaching higher and higher
becoming tiny invisible wisps of life.

- By Legend, Jamie, Oliver and mary