I fell into your poem sideways,
not top to bottom as you likely wrote
it about love, and loss, and maybe
the taste of food.
A word stood out, midway through
your second stanza, so my brain followed
my eyes and without thinking
i read horizontally backwards.
Oddly enough, it made perfect sense and
I wondered, did you intend for me to
explore your words this way;
did you create a new form?
Only on my second pass did I find your
opening line and its nuances. Beautiful
rightside up and inside out.
A masterpiece.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
Succulent reds and fantastically lopsided reading 🙂
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I loved that photo!
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That freestyle though!
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A little bit!!!
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I’ve come across a few like that and written a few myself, quite unintentionally, where it made perfect sense either way. I like the idea of falling into poetry sideways. 🙂
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Sometimes a middle line will come to me first. I’ll think it’s the beginning, but it keeps worming its way down.
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