Firsts

Sister, run

Seasons of poetry, hooked.

To every learning

David

Will divide were Ariel to quit.

and Yet.

A prompt I got from a book on creativity. To compose a poem using only the first word of a chosen number of books on your bookshelf. I like how I worked my words around to make this quick little ambiguous piece of nothing. If you enjoy this prompt please share your own poem with me in the comments so I can bask in the little acts of communal creativity.

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