Every now and then, I decide I need to shake myself up and try harder with my writing. I want to break out of any mold that has begun to form and keep my writing fresh—without losing my voice. I have a group of friends who are only too happy to join me with that.
This week we wrote poems about ourselves where nothing is true. Responses ranged from naughty limericks to teenage-angst free verse, to shape-shifter odes. The next time we meet up, we have to bring along something very different.
Our task:
Take someone else's poem and use those words (and only those words) to create a vignette that has nothing to do with the original poem.
So far, I've created a table listing all the words and what part of speech they are.
I’ve posted my poem on the Free Stories page.
Below is my table from the poem I’m dissecting.
This week we wrote poems about ourselves where nothing is true. Responses ranged from naughty limericks to teenage-angst free verse, to shape-shifter odes. The next time we meet up, we have to bring along something very different.
Our task:
Take someone else's poem and use those words (and only those words) to create a vignette that has nothing to do with the original poem.
So far, I've created a table listing all the words and what part of speech they are.
I’ve posted my poem on the Free Stories page.
Below is my table from the poem I’m dissecting.
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