For today, find a text about your event, or a text for each event. It can be a news story, a quotation from a book–whatever catches your attention.
What does the text tell you? What do you think it’s leaving out? Write a poem that looks at both the text’s surface and what you think lives underneath.
Can you start today’s poem with the last line from yesterday’s poem?
Yesterday I was looking online for images, and I found the photo from which the painting I used for Saturday’s ekphrastic poem was based on. Awkward syntax–and just plain awkward.
That image, and the others I found, flew in the face of the image I’d harbored. So my poem became a response to my naivete. Here’s my favorite line:
For now the windows hold
What was your favorite line from yesterday?