I wrote today’s poem after reading a prompt suggested by Robert Lee Brewer two days ago at Writers’ Digest over here. The prompt: to write an impossible poem.
The whisper
You cannot write an impossible poem,
‘they’ say.
(Why do I refer to faceless, nameless experts
to underpin arguments,
to reinforce doubts,
to underscore futility?
‘They’ often get their way
and in my way).
Every impossible poem whispers ‘I’m possible’
and if I hear it
I write it,
therefore only possible poems exist.
I find that the probable poems
are most unlikely.
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