This prompt is taken from “Who We Were” in The Practice of Poetry.
Now try to connect that personal experience to a past memory–something from childhood, the earlier the better. An instinct. A gut reaction.
If you’ve moved on to a second event, find the intersection and explore from that place.
What takes you back to those young years? Do you stay, or do you return to the present? How does that memory fit inside you now? How does it resonate with your event?
Yesterday found me struggling to have an argument without sounding too prosaic. But here goes:
You want to see the world in two colors.
How about you? How do you argue creatively?
And what was your favorite line from the poem you wrote yesterday–or from a poem you read?