I have been thinking a lot about the idea of being or not being a poet. I haven’t come to any conclusions about myself yet but I was inspired recently to try this style for which I don’t know the name (see, my inner critic is telling me if I were a real poet I would know what it’s called and my inner writer just shoved a dirty sock in the inner critic’s mouth.) It’s all one poem but, if the formatting comes across correctly on your computer, can also be read vertically as two almost separate poems.
This is just word play for me (as in I know it still needs work) but I thought I would share it to make up for a serious lack of posting from me lately.
like lost birds
in my mind
of untold stories
wait for me
Susan Taylor Brown — all rights reserved