I wrote a couple of ‘small but perfectly formed’ poems…The first is my take on an ‘echo’ poem, where the prompt was ‘edge’. Typically oblique, I made U2’s guitarist, the Edge, (aka David Howell Evans) the subject…
Who am I?
When you are with friends, what are you called?
You were born on which day?
On whose guitars magical chords do you etch?
An item of clothing reflecting your personae?
You travel the world in boats, trains… and?
When you are on stage, what name do they allege?
My second poem is a diamante where the prompts were a starting point of ‘young’ and an ending of ‘old’. The idea was a smooth transition from one to another. See how I did…
Springing, laughing, everlasting
New every day, Seen it all
Bending, stumbling, aching