I used to have trouble
To find a picture to fit my words
The same picture would double
Then , again, now that's a third
Now I reverse the system
By starting with the picture
The poem must describe it
That method is a fixture.
Painters like to tell you that
A picture's worth a thousand words
It depends on the picture
And which words you've heard
Sometimes a picture is a slum or litter
I will only fit a picture
Or somebody who's bitter
Of that I am quite sure
I think I'd rather show a portrait
My best picture of me
Because most poems are about me
As anyone can see.
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At Harrow WRrters' Circle we used to have evenings called write on the night. Sometimes we would all be given a sentence and have to write a short story or poem. O r we would pick three items for a short story or poem, a person a place, and an object. A random collection.
A third system was for the meeting convenor to bring a series of postcards, some of scenery, others of famous paintings. We would all have a different one, and have to write a poem inspired by the scene. You could write about the season, the place, the people, or a drama.
Please share links to your favourite posts and poems.

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