with thanks to Jennifer Jowett on #verslove at Ethical ELA today. Jennifer used the idea of wire structures and blind contour drawing to inspire today’s invitation to compose: “Today, trust the pathway of your words. Find a starting point and let the words take you where they want. You might find yourself meandering, stopping here and there to absorb, or moving quickly until you reach a finish. You might play with extensive enjambment to keep the eye moving continuously. Or you might try something else entirely. Your journey is yours to explore.”
Just this week, the opening line of this poem came to me. As did the last. I wrote them down so I could figure out what to do with them…then came today’s prompt. I dedicate this “wire structure poem” to children…young and grown…your interpretation is your own.
For Day Eighteen of National Poetry Month
Double Helix, Pulled Apart
separated
by walls we didn’t make
shattered
by hearts we didn’t break
scattered
by paths we didn’t take
yet eternally connected
by blood we cannot take
away
by cords we cannot break
away
by history we cannot make
aright
scattered
shattered
separated
perhaps united in silent ache
today
that love will find
a way
Photo: Peter Alfred Hess. CC BY
lit bits and pieces 
Another brilliant piece. All I can say is i wish my brain would take me on such a journey. Do your poems seems to come to you or do you do some tweaking and revising? You make it look easy. I am glad you wrote down the thoughts that became your first and last lines. I truly love this, Fran.
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Parts come to me, whole – other parts take a good bit of hammering and I am usually surprised by where a poem takes me.
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If only love COULD find a way. I’m thinking of your setup, Fran – it’s overwhelming to think of how deeply scattered and separated we are through problems that are of no creation of our own – and yet – they are still ours to own. I’ll be thinking of this poem for a long while…
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Thank you for pondering things that divide us not always being of our choosing – that may have preceded our own existence.
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