A friend asked me if I could write a poem that could be read both forwards and backwards by line. I gave it a try.
Hopelessness
Destroys
Creativity
A search for beauty
Tumbles into
Prayer
I weep
Alone
Forwards and Backwards
Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).
Hot Dogs and Marmalade 
Very creative!
It works beautifully.
I’m so glad to have met you at Hutchmoot. I already see that I have much to learn from you. Your blog is beautiful!
It was really nice to meet you, too, Pam!