Syllables
From time to time
I am given to falling in love
Syllable by syllable
I was utterly uncreated
In his hands
Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in English 2005. ISBN 978-960-7120-19-9. A concise explanation of Found Poetry and Dadaism can be read at Found Poetry
This is a good one!
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Sorry. I hope that doesn’t sound rude. I mean I really like this one. At the moment (and I think it’s a phase I’m in) I am struggling with the concept of found poetry. I like the words you put together but can’t always connect with the overall poem because I keep thinking about where it came from rather than the poem as a new creation. But this one carried me with it. I like the words and the overall sense of the poem a lot.
Indeed – it is a great find – as who is not given to falling in love – at least once in a lifetime surely…
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Indeed so, Andrew!
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Thank you!
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