Hello, Poetry Friend
Once a month we do a Poetry Roundup. Time to wrassle some words together and share.
A poem can be very, very short. Take Ezra Pound’s “In a Station at the Metro,” for example.
In a Station of the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd:
Petals on a wet, black bough.
–Ezra Pound
Or poetry can find its way into an actual fortune cookie. I found this one about the time my first book, The Joy of Poetry, was published.
Imagine you have opened a fortune cookie with a message that speaks as loudly as a prophet on a metaphorical mountain.
Write your own very short poem — no more than two lines — and share it with me, if you like. Mine is over at my website.
take care,
Megan
As you deliberate,
time has reached her verdict.