I like writing poems in conversation with other poems.

I was trying to write about life's baffling wastefulness (and being wasteful with my own life and longings) when I found a poem by Tony Hoagland called "A Color of the Sky" from his book What Narcissism Means to Me.

Tony's poem helped me to write my own and I decided to make this process a part of the actual poem...

What about you? Do you like to write in conversation with other writers or want to give it a try? Are you thinking about life's baffling wastefulness?  

With care,
Brianna