Today’s prompt (optional, as always). After yesterday’s form-based prompt, today’s will hopefully be somewhat easier to get into. This prompt is from Daisy Fried, and the basic idea is to write a ten-line poem in which each line is a lie. Your lies could be silly, complicated, tricky, or obvious.
Boston
It was yesterday, when I first heard
Heroes twist and torn and stumbled.
Nothing ventured, nothing learned
Never seen amongst the rubble.
All the measures are for naught
The predictable unpredictable.
Logic torn by hearts’ wrought,
Turning common into mystical.
Contrary to common belief,
A lie is harder than the truth.
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