Building on yesterday’s prompt, write a letter poem in the voice of the black sheep. This can be a response to the poem you wrote yesterday, or it can be a letter to anyone else. And it can’t start with the last line from yesterday’s poem, instead of “Dear” or some other salutation.
True confession: Researching yesterday’s poem, I couldn’t find a black sheep. I know they exist–but no names were named. For my first event, I found names, even if the details of their involvement in the event were slim. For this second event, information referenced only the government or the company. So I could make up someone or I could go abstract. I went abstract, which is going to make today’s exercise pretty, um, interesting. (Have you ever received a letter from a concept?)
But we’re more than halfway through the month!
Sometimes, my favorite line isn’t the one I think is most beautiful or best-crafted. I just like what it says. Here’s the one from yesterday:
All the experts slip on different shoes.
What was your favorite line from the poem you wrote yesterday. Will you post it in the comments?
Thoughts go out
Thinking about events and perpetrators, I keep coming back to yesterday’s bombings at the Boston Marathon. I grieve for everyone–and for a world this happens, where people do this. I send out my best, strongest thoughts, a hope for the world healing.