In chapter 2 of L.L. Barkat’s “Inspired: 8 ways to write poems you can love,” one of the suggestions was, “Open any book and copy a few sentences, breaking them into lines as you copy.”
I’d already copied a couple of quotes from Hilary Mantel’s “Bring Up the Bodies,” which is great fun.
After you read mine, it’s your turn. Redo my line breaks, or do your own from a quote you like.
First quote: “Sometimes peace looks like war, you cannot tell them apart; sometimes these islands look very small.”
First poem:
Sometimes peace
looks like war
you cannot tell
them
apart; sometimes
these islands look very small.
Second quote: “There are no endings. If you think so you are deceived as to their nature. They are all beginnings. Here is one.”
Second poem:
There are no
endings. If you think
so you are deceived
as to their nature. They are all beginnings.
Here is
one.
This is brilliant — I love yours.
sometimes peace looks
you cannot tell them like war
apart these islands look very small
there are no endings if you think
so you are deceived
as to their nature they are all
beginnings here
one is
Nice!
oh! Love seeing this 🙂 Okay, my line breaks…
Sometimes peace
looks like
W
A
R.
You cannot tell them apart.
Sometimes
these islands
look
very
small.
____
(I’m guessing it might not save all my nice spaces. If not, I’ll post a screen shot to Twitter later 🙂
Ah. Nope. It didn’t save my spaces. Later then 🙂
It did on my end. You were much more creative with your spacing.
Thank-you so much for sharing. This looks like something fun to try:) I love both.
Like!
So, me —
times peace —
looks like war?
You cannot
tell them — apart!
So, me —
times these —
look! — small
islands.
–spb 2013
Oh what fun.
Sometimes peace looks.
Like war,
you cannot
tell
them.
Apart sometimes,
these islands look.
Very
small.
(I’ve got some catching up to do here.
Thanks for playing, Susan and Sandy!
1.
It looked
just
like Charlotte.
2.
The Fair Grounds
were soon
deserted. The sheds and buildings were
empty
and forlorn. The infield was littered with bottles
and trash. Nobody, of the hundreds
of people that had
visited the Fair, knew that
a grey spider had played the most
important part of all.
No one was
with her
when she died.
3.
It is not often
that someone comes
along
who is a true friend
and a good writer.
Charlotte was
both.
I know where those quotes are from! Thanks, Monica.