NaWriPoMo #16: Boston

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.


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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