- Prompt: from We Write Poems: “Words of Wisdom” — to answer the question:
“If you could go back in time and impart a bit of wisdom to your sixteen year-old self, what would you say?
- A story: “all best-friends eventually die“
- Form: This poem began in free form but I decided to play within the constraints of form and rhyme — similar to a beach constrained by the ocean and road.
My self-created form is: 7,7,7,6,10,10 / a,a,b,b,c,c