13 January: dVerse Found Poetry

AI art, Lake District, hills, sheep, green
Her Cabbage Patch 

Windermere peaks 
are a perfect place to cry, I tell her.
And she is. 

We’re eating breakfast,
and can I hear
the clock tick as  

haired seeds 
of dandelions fly, curl 
on itself, soft as lip balm. 

We are not poor,
but in these times,
we live as though we are, 

so I play the piano and 
you pour cups of tea, 
as pigeons trash the cabbages. 

My music is formless, like words.

It’s her bridal heart, 
the first half of joy is a wave. 
One part of the brain lights up.

She spent her final years 
in an asylum, running 
up and down the hallway,  

and loving peace and quiet,  
when life’s puzzles were easy, 
when saints stared down at you.

Written for dVerse Found Poetry. This poem is created from the first line of the first poem of each month during 2022. I’ll try to add the links tomorrow as it’s time for bed now. ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney @dversePoets

31 responses to “13 January: dVerse Found Poetry”

  1. There are a lot of really great lines in there. Pigeons trashing cabbages really sticks with me for some reason.

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  2. Well done, Misky. They are an interesting set of lines.

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  3. This sounds like a story poem. Interesting found poem.

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  4. This is so sad but beautiful. I love the dandelion seed image and I love the last stanza.

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    1. Thanks very much, Jo.

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  5. This falls together nicely, well conceived Misky. 🙂✌🏼

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  6. lovely writing here – like stones fording a stream – wide spaces between one image and the next so the reader has to stretch and imagine . Enjoyed this a lot.

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    1. Thank you, Peter.

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  7. a sensational poem you found – so much to like not least the poor/pour resonance

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    1. Thank you, Laura!

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  8. The title is apt, Marilyn, considering you’re a gardener, and I couldn’t help but smile wistfully at the opening stanza. I love the way the stanza about eating breakfast is linked to the dandelions by the ticking clock. Naughty pigeons!

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    1. Thanks, Kim. Interesting way to mine a poem. I must remember it in the future. ❤️

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  9. Beautiful words that come together so nicely 🙂

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  10. The last two stanzas could stand alone as a poem, they work so well together.

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      1. You’re welcome, Misky!

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  11. Love the entire poem specially the bridal heart and the clever line break at this part:

    the clock tick as

    haired seeds
    of dandelions fly, curl

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    1. Thank you, Grace.

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  12. That picture is divine! The poem is very emotional really felt it in my gut ❤️

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    1. Thanks, Michele.

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  13. Love the story you tied together, and how you managed to build a narrative is impressive.

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    1. Thanks so much.

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  14. oh my gosh…..just a wonderful read. And a “found poem” to boot! LOVE these lines
    “We are not poor,
    but in these times,
    we live as though we are,

    so I play the piano and
    you pour cups of tea,
    as pigeons trash the cabbages. ”

    And then the very sad ending….in an asylum…..and yet there is redemption there as well.

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    1. Thank you so very much, Lillian! ❤️

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  15. This is absolutely stunning!! Gosh! I held my breath throughout the reading of this poem especially; “I hear
    the clock tick as haired seeds of dandelions fly, curl on itself, soft as lip balm.” 😍😍 You show us how it’s done!

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    1. Thanks. I’m glad you like it. 🥰

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