The Virginia Quarterly Review blog recently ran the ten most common titles of submissions they've received in the past two years.
Here they are:
Read their original post here.
On their own, those words make pretty banal titles. For the heck of it, though, I thought it would be fun to write a poem that uses every one of those words from the VQR list. Enjoy!
The aubade spoke of gravity
and made us kneel by our beds in prayer
for it was homecoming and daybreak was on the horizon
but we were drowning in our thoughts
and home seemed very far away
and no aubade or sonnet can ever make things right
and the only thing that can resolve our anxiety