For today’s prompt, write a poem with a hole in it. The hole
could be referenced in the poem, which could be about subjects
such as hitting a golf ball in the hole, punching a hole in the
wall, or even visiting a hole in the wall bar. Of course, with
everyone flexing their concrete poetry skills lately, I’m sure
at least a few poets might take a stab at writing a poem with an
actual hole in the middle (maybe a doughnut-shaped poem?).
Another possibility is to write a poem with a hole in its logic,
but I’m sure you can find any number of loop-holes for attacking
this prompt. Here’s my attempt: “We’re not strangers” We’re not
strangers, but we are visiting. Tonight, we will worship the
moon–not because we think it’s a god or ghost rising over us.
Instead, we’ll worship it, because the moon is the closest
object that doesn’t touch the earth. We, who are not strangers,
will praise the moon and consider those close to us who we do
not touch–those beautiful men and women who might destroy us if
we were ever to coll