Yesterday, Gary Matthews, better known as Ye Olde Foole, put this up on my post:
your childhood, well,
the slightest shifts,
stay awake for
It’s a poem with 11 words per stanza. I’m going to try using the form. and challenge anyone else to do the same!
tumbled down hillsides
at squeaking mice:
slimy spider’s paws
Uhm…not much of a poem. The form is harder than one would expect…
Has tried everything
Left for her
Until the other
To break up
A little better…and you, what can you come up with? If you feel inspired, write a post or put your poem in the comments below-
Tomorrow, as today, I’ll be out of town, so I probably won’t be doing much reading or posting. Ciao, Bastet.