Today, the words available at Poetry in Motion were just horrible and I could not put them together into anything coherent. Over at Shadow Poetry, which is a little harder to use but otherwise identical, I came up with this (forcing myself to stay under 20 words, as I would have done on Poetry in Motion):
Writing my father
I grow sweet.
A child emerges
written in rhyme
not by a poet
not me.
If you're looking for the links to try your hand at this yourself, please read my earlier post on magnetic poetry.
1 comment:
Nice one...
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