Yesterday the napowrimo.net prompt was to write a poem that begins with a line from another poem (not necessarily the first one), but then you go your own way with it. The poem I chose was Robert Frost's Birches, the 13th line if I remember right "You’d think the inner dome of heaven had fallen". I didn't know where I was going to go with it until I started and then all of a sudden I was writing about ending therapy. I think it's my best one since we started the challenge on Jan 17. Today I can't get started on anything! I suppose I can always fall back on writing about not knowing what to write about haha.