It's time for November's exercise.
Did you try writing new poems from a first line? I had fun with it—although, true to form, I kept writing mostly the same poem, just with different line lengths and some small changes. I still need to bust out.
Over the weekend, I took a workshop session on poetry and synesthesia—a joined perception of the senses in which someone might hear in colors or read in tastes. Then we experimented writing poems using the idea of synesthesia—finding ways to describe how the sun tastes or the color of boredom.
For November, I'd like to try writing a poem about thanksgiving or gratitude using synesthesia. What does gratitude sound like or taste like or look like?