Tuesday, January 11, 2011

7x7x7

Grab the 7th book from your bookshelf. Open it up to page 7. Pinpoint the 7th sentence on the page. Begin a poem that begins with that sentence and limit it in length to 7 lines.

But the moment I remember more than any other;
A swatch of light across your face,
Shaded in and out, like a spotlight not quite sure of it’s object.
Your lips might have been quivering,
I do not know,
But I remember this moment, among all the other moments, the best.
It was like I could read you, and this, my favorite line.

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