For this week, write a measured poem. I’ll let y’all decide what that means. Possibly the poem takes physical measurements or measures one person vs. another. Perhaps it is measured in syllables or stanzas.
Here’s my attempt at a measured poem:
“Tercets, Tercets, Tercets”
Three lines is plenty
if you know where you’re going
but maybe not that good
if you’re lost. I’m usually lost
or trying to be. I wander
down roads I’ve never traveled,
looking for nothing
in particular. A rusted metal sign
and a message from God
outside a church is all I need
to pull over and see
where I’ve lost myself this time.
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Meet Writer’s Digest in April!
Attend the Writer’s Digest Conference in New York City April 5-7 at the Sheraton Hotel. Pitch agents face-to-face, take break out sessions on how to get published and write better, and meet members of the Writer’s Digest staff.