Tag: found poetry
-
Day18
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 25-31 iBook version). He was waiting. Like God. A tall tempest on tiptoes. I blinked, and we said not. We birds, perched on a clothesline. Nothing felt good in his eyes – you can’t love a cold chill, but the uneasy faces…
-
Day 14
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 36-37 iBook version). The bitter irony of it. Like a fake parrot that thinks it something else. Something long and difficult to spell. I am disinherited. for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, Day 14 “A state or county” To follow later. Or possibly…
-
Day 13
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 33 iBook version). Not. Not to drown in a fluttering smile … in filthy peppermint breath. So, I squeezed into a windowpane. So easy. It was. I was a straw of cheer in a shadowbox. for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD,…
-
Day 12
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 24-26 iBook version). There’s a milestone, pale and shallow, stars and breezes stretch to an end, and that’s what dead feels like. for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, Day 12 “The Art of” The Art of Time Wasting Time slipped off…
-
Day 11
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 32 iBook version). I. And finally into that ripe old age, we squeezed into poverty. We’re left alone, repossessed, none of this is ours. Life is a strange voice. for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, Day 11 “Dedication” II. The Colour…
-
Day 10
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 25-31 iBook version). I. Time came and went. Grief paused every so often, and then threw itself around like an old tight voice. for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, Day 10 “Lone” Rewritten from previous “Found” piece. II. Some days are…
-
Day 9
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 27 iBook version). A shadow rolled in as spring passed. Stretching thin and flat as hair. Days are fading away. Forgotten kisses still alive at the door. We pretended to find solace in a knothole. for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD,…
-
Day 8
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 19-25 iBook version). Life is water. It floated out the door, hardly audible. But death, that’s bleak. A dark. It’s haunted. It didn’t scream or whisper, but still, its mask froze. That day went on and on. Still.And hollow. for…
-
Day 7
two poems for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, Day 7 “Jealous” I. Brief Because life is brief, I wake early, and then late to bed. No real dread or regret do I give time. Not like a sunflower’s surrender or winter’s blackened apples. Life is luminous, a tide with a degree of knee-jittering uncertainty, and I…
-
Day 6
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 18 iBook version). Momma was fairy-tale fresh. A pearly knotted glide. She was small. And intimate. I need another bath. And a splashy dress. Also viewable at Tumbr for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, Day 6 “After (blank)“ Afterwards After we…
It's Still Life 