After I created A Land, Broken at my poetry workshop we had to rearrange the same poem from 2 quatrains to 4 couplets, without deleting or adding any words.
when should we be unheard?
we, the interdependent and erect hearts
spoke in the master’s tongue
“forget our broken blood was borderless
what we reject is a line once written and sung
when a land by that one independent carved wall is
never in pain, the same seamless songs around her”
I guess since I had no intention behind the poem, its meaning is open to interpretation. Would love to know what you got from this rearranged poem. It wasn’t easy I must say! But it was something different and it was lots of fun.