Sunday, April 22, 2018

Prose on the Fly


Why not? Prose is not my thing at all. I attended a recent writing group conducted by the NY Writer's Coalition at a library in Queens, NY. As Spring is supposedly upon us albeit pretty elusive, we were asked to construct a "Found Poem" pulled from a Shakespeare sonnet. I don't know how much I grasped, not being a Shakespeare fan nor understanding his prose/dialect, yet this came out of me in mere minutes. maybe there is something to this whole Shakespeare thing.



Does Spring birth poems?
Words in bloom
A quiet room
A sunny day,
Summer soon
Days gone by
Days long gone
Carefree youth
A boy’s first kiss
A boyhood crush
A boy
Crushed