For the first time in awhile, I wrote a poem I posted on Windchimesandstars.com that wasn’t a prose poem! I still remember how, believe it or not. I have fallen in love with the surreal prose poem. But sometimes I thirst for white space. I want to experiment with it and let it set the mood of the poem.
I’m a bit rusty. But it still felt good.
This week I want to write more free verse. I’ll still be writing prose poems, but it’s good to vary things. Poetry should feel fresh and sharp in your head. Variety matters. I am a devotee of the prose poem, but we aren’t exclusive together. I will always dabble in this and that.
Cherished Rainbow 