Tag: found poetry
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19 Dec: Found Poetry of Ragnarök c.5
And this I also know. The power of gods and foeShall swallow with ice-cold jaw. Gáttir allar, apr gangi fråm, ’tis old lore to the ear.’tis a wits-word.’tis ever wisest the Weaver Of word-keep and secret, sheWho is called Hearth-Warm, she Of fated lip that speaks in silence.Once and again. She who wanders wide for…
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18 Dec: Found Poetry of Ragnarök
Ragnarök: The Weavers c.4 And this I also know. Sá ës sæll ës sjálfir of ǎ ’tis ill this sword of faults.’tis a silent spine, too bold and dry-skinned. to wit men suffer a hasty tongue.to wit her Mother’s measure.to wit men feast of faults. Byrpi bẽtri berræt mápr braútu át, And this I also…
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16 Dec: Found Poetry of Ragnarök c.3
And this I also know. At the end of heaven’s wingsComes wind.Over courtsAnd alters ofThe Weavers who This world hast hung. Væfprúbnir móbur bräutir már .Hung.from aWeave a story for time.Weave a home faredThee three of wise. We,Of life we come. We, Of secrets cast.Weavers in this andEvery world.Life-Cravers.Life-Givers. Væfprúbnir fjölp ek freistapak, Hidden in…
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10 Oct Found Poetry: Her Two Cats
HER TWO CATS I heard laughter. I heard glee. And then two large gray cats stared at us. They tilted their heads as if to grin and to do illegal things. Again. Found poetry sourced from the pages of the Fear Street series, “Night Games” by RL Stine. Published by Simon Pulse (ebook) edition July…
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29 August: An Erasure Poem
Clothes Make a Man It’s a man, cut offat the water, and the boy looks past him,then shook his head and said,mm … mm. He wore combat boots, and a rumpled grey suit covered with dials and knobs. WikiArt image by Bill Traylor, “Untitled Figure Construction of a Waving Man” 1947. Public Domain. ©Misky 2022 Shared…
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19 August: White-Out Erasure
A Confession to Water The rising and falling, reflux of water, like a cataract in the abyss and idle in itself. I confessed to the thunder. Look now, said the old man. Source: “The Portable Edgar Allen Poe,” Introduction page. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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29 July: An Erasure Poem
Burnt He was left on the beach.Legs sunburn. Red blotches.Thighs. His feet. He pushed a fingerinto his thigh. It turned stark white,then angry red. The sun rolled whiteon the sand. Wikiart. image Ulysses by Milton Resnick, 1991. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Text sourced from Jaws, by Benchley, Peter. Digital Jaws. Pub. Pan…
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27 June: An Erasure Poem (revised)
He’s inthrough the open window. Dragging one leg. A cat, eyes crazy like you know what. This — gnarl of bone and fur. note: image changed and text revised. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Text sourced from Jaws, by Benchley, Peter. Digital Jaws. Pub. Pan 70, 2017. Image The Cat Who Became a Woman…
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27 June: An Erasure Poem
He’s inthrough the open window. Dragging one leg, andrang the bell. A cat, eyes crazy like you know what. This — gnarle of bone and fur. Note: This is entirely the wrong image for this one. Expect this one to be updated. I’ll post it anyway because so much ridiculous work and time goes into…
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10 June: An Erasure Poem
He was indulging himself to get rid of them. To make every person an open glass door. He blushed at the terrible temptation. Image from WikiArt: by Matise, The Open Door. Public domain. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Text sourced from Jaws, by Benchley, Peter. Digital Jaws. Pub. Pan 70, 2017. Definition: Erasure…
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