Write a 2-Line Poem with me
Over at Substack I’m inviting folks to write a 2-line poem that can fit on a fortune cookie.
Ezra Pound is our guide:
In A Station at the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd:
Petals on a wet, black bough.
–Ezra Pound
Here’s mine, drawn from a collection by a poet I’ll be talking about next month: Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer and Naked for Tea.
Don’t be afraid to break my chords:
Give me space to hatch.
–Megan Willome