Black out poem 3 reads as follows:
I pass
on
melodrama.
My show.
I wave time.
I bind a problem.
I lock my smile
I burn this sign.
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(Note the use of the poetic device anaphora in the last 4 lines (i.e. beginning the lines with the same word)
Black out poem 3 August 27, 2022
Black out poem 2 August 26, 2022
Black out poem 2 reads as follows:
I see you.
You look to her.
(There were good books).
You take my hand.
We reach a tie, sure
in this glance.
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Commentary:
So, the line “There were good books” is really a contextual juxtaposition. What’s going on? Is the speaker separating her real life with books and imagining a different ending? Is it all happening in books? Do the books somehow alter behaviour of the speaker and her love interest? What do you think?
poem-Listen Carefully-paint chip poetry April 3, 2021
Today’s prompt from NaPoWriMo.net involves making a universal deck of 100 words and then drawing a couple of words. I don’t have time or inclination to do that, but I do have this lovely Paint Chip Poetry kit, and that seems to suit the spirit of the prompt.
I received my Paint Chip Poetry kit from my Writerly Kit Subscription Box, a fun box of writerly inspiration that arrives in my mailbox ever couple of months. I’ve even been a feature writer for the kit, which was an honour.
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LISTEN CAREFULLY
Lunar bramble
lap swim
grizzly gargoyle
penny… tea leaves…
marachino heartbeat
baby sweater
tickled pink.
I quite like how there’s a whole story unfolding in this one! It reminds me of this family legend:
A gypsy told my paternal grandmother that she would have a grand-daughter. Since Dad’s wife at the time couldn’t have kids, and they’d adopted 3 boys, it was thought impossible. But Dad had a second wife, and when my grandmother was 86, she got to hold me! She died the following year.
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poem- far, far away March 10, 2021
I just received my Writerly Kit, and was delighted to discover this month’s cool item: Paint Chip Poetry. Here is my first poem.
Far, far away
hot lava, fire, ember
jasmine tea leaves
lost balloon
found poem- nature nostalgia August 18, 2013
It’s been a while since I went hunting for a found poem. Here is one using single lines or phrases found on the WordPress Blog roll under the topic of poetry between noon and 1:00 Pacific today, August 18, 2013. Each line of the poem comes from a different poem. If you find a line from your work, please link to it in the comments!
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Lessons in bird song
like it was our world.
Art of revelation-
something more than me-
more temperamental-
heart of a warm sky,
My soul is
a glorious riot of frogs-
threads of raindrops-
transitory life.
Fear and pain
tied artificial limbs together.
Your words float
my infinity,
a drawn sword.
Twilight comes
shadows litter roadways
waiting to be discovered.
You lay here wanting
the new heaven
like a sinner sees God.
I danced a lone waltz
The women break
philosophical dreams
amid the forest wild.
Hope was an ever-blossoming flower
where dreams are made.
I caress your face
tear my soaring wings.
Everything in my head went quiet
a flute for the wind’s mouth.
She is the music
holding hands with my future nostalgia.
Let’s not be the ones who sleep with no dreams.
Beauty sits in itself,
one word for freedom,
the child that I used to be-
an archipelago of memories.
Pain needs no name,
exploring all its mysteries.
The sun touched your face,
passion
exuding her scent
never to grow old,
petals falling from a rose.
This thought ought to be true
like tree roots’
perennial embrace.
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What I like about found poetry is the juxtaposition that comes. The pronouns change, and while some fit seamlessly, others jar you, and you have to consider why it works (or doesn’t, as you perceive it!). Sometimes a line catches you and holds you, and you have to ponder. The meaning weaves from stolen images, like Frankenstein’s monster.
Found poem- from the WordPress blog roll April 24 2013 17.46-18.04 hours PDT April 24, 2013
(If you should see a line from your poem in this, please link to it in the comments!) Each line is taken from a poem on the blog roll, in order, backwards in time.
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I can’t sing you a sad song.
patience for life’s lovers
all these people,
opened up,
howl like children
for something different in these places.
Mermaids only dream
our burning love.
I will not take
first dandelions,
each one a kiss
weighing heavy on my heart.
Warm breath on my neck,
I have burned.
I could write between the lines
the many masks of the broken child:
Rainbow sprays in the garden.
I love you still.
Lullaby sea
has aged gracefully.
Time has taken
the dewdrops of sadness
awaiting damnation,
silencing the crowds.
Blink of an eye,
what was wholly irrelevent
blossoms in the mind:
I never see you smiling.
Life makes us cynical,
oddly balanced.
That impossible moment
lights the trees,
the sky looks like me.
Shawn L. Bird 