19 November: Found Poetry

AI artwork: darkened room with hanging lightbulbs, a table with flowers and dishes, a door to another room that is darkened
AI MJ

The Letter A

And light boiled over
And never cooled.
And I hung a sign
Above the door to my heart
As my roots wasted away
As my wings slipped
And punctured.


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

9 responses to “19 November: Found Poetry”

  1. This is the way, I hope, forever sounds.

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  2. A.
    The little missing patch
    of wallpaper to the left of the table.
    Africa.

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    1. Right you are! Good morning, sis.

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  3. You are really cracking this found poetry Misky…

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    1. Thank you, Andrew. ♥️

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