See what you get when you pare this poem by Kathleen Peirce down to eleven words to make a poem of your own.
Imaginary Lines
When we said logic was transcendental,
we felt other words we might have said
find form the way shadows find form, with dependence
on things both intimately close and infinitely separate,
palpable as the sky palpating with a blue we saw
and loved and never felt surrounded by,
palpable as what we saw with our eyes closed.
We could feel the unsaid begin to touch our mouths
the same way shadows began first where two things met
and might be parted, where touch obscured
a body’s edge so brilliantly.
How casually the light declined. The roundest pearls
gave way to oval shadows. Mornings we found
it snowed all night. There was often a feeling of rest gathering
to meet itself outside ourselves; there was the feeling
that thinking one thing had caused another thing to be.
Kathleen Peirce, The Ardors
published by Ausable Press
Robin Reagler 
Responses to “oPen 9”
words form shadows,
form palpates,
blue edge,
it snowed all night
Ok better late than never 🙂
We said other things.
Where the sky, declined
to unsaid shadows.
Feeling separate in the sky
we parted as shadows obscured ourselves.
separate,
surrounded,
mouths obscured
we rest outside ourselves
thinking
to be.