This is a poem from some of Sunday’s lines.

Eight chosen lines(or pieces of them) from a gathering of 53 submitted by festival goers on Sunday. Their names and lines as submitted follow the poem. And you said you couldn’t write poetry!

This poem was born on the day of the Saturday festival from the lines of eight writers. Below are the original lines followed by the final poem.

Here is the poem created from today’s (Saturday) festival based on the lines provided by seven writers. Their original lines precede my poem.