NaPoWriMo Day 12: Poem

‘And now for another (optional) prompt from our archives. Today, I challenge you to write a poem that addresses itself or some aspect of its self (i.e., “Dear Poem,” or “what are my quatrains up to?”; “Couplet, come with me . . .”) This might seem a little “meta” at first, or even kind of cheesy. But it can be a great way of interrogating (or at least, asking polite questions) of your own writing process and the motivations you have for writing, and the motivations you ascribe to your readers’

Poem addressed to a poem

O limerick you’re envious of me,
You are    not a cool sonnet you see.
For iambic pentameter defines my diameter,
Fourteen lines of pure bliss, you’ll agree.

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