Most poets have scraps of verse scrawled into notebook, saved on their smartphones or floating at the bottom of a word document. I came across a couple this morning that I had forgotten about that I had been playing around with for a collaborative piece. They didn’t end up working for the piece, but I liked them enough to save them. I thought I would throw them up on WordPress and if you would like to continue the thread, please post your stanza below.
The wordless cry
Of all our former