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
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