Tag: found poetry
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Day 5
for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, Day 5 “Steal” Small Apples He stole a look. No bigger than small apples, or green weeds. And my heart was his. He, flaxen, fair, and porcelain. Me, his pinpricked doll. This is a reworked piece from today’s “Found Poetry” remix of “Flowers In The Attic” by VC…
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Day 4
for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, Day 4 Painter’s Name About Constable This man wrote letters to his wife, signed them with endless love. That same hand loaded brushes with darkest weather, and nature’s trouble, slashed canvas with angry wind and grey contempt. His heart was nature’s fabric. His hands bodiless as he folded pigment greens…
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Day 3
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 12-13 iBook version). The Facts Behind Icicles Momma was cut-velvet breathless, all diamond icicles — wouldn’t live two years. I know that now. It was early May, and she didn’t want whining, or crying. It would displace me. for PA’s…
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Miz Quickly’s Found-Deux
Found in Saturday Conversations at Fell House Gardens We are a taste of this – of styrofoam cups it’s always insane, up on the ceiling and under the floor, empty in the middle wherever that is. He fell in love with a drop of rain, spikes of red and yellow, a good morning, a coffee…
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Remixing “Found” Text from De’s Journal
Remixing Text from De’s Journal Indifferent Noise I am every flit and bay; a scavenger of pale skies, make my soul snow-white. I am that puzzle; a sit, a spill of ink, pale black blowing in the breeze. For Twiglet #62 “Air Full of Sound” The original text is at De’s “I Once…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 5: Limitations
A Withering Rain for example, he says, the rain drummed on small thunder, but we called the drought rain. The red ground naked by night — a fine drizzling, a withering rain. To dance, to dance, into all that falling and blowing at clouds, and men with mud faces spilling the air, and the mist…
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Poetic Bloomings: 1 July
A July Smile The curtains feel fine playing a tune. Days blowing through the screen, and across the floor. See July smile, a little light shines. Feel her arms, my summer breeze. written for Poetic Bloomings 1 July: Summer Breeze. The text of this poem is “found and remixed” from the song lyrics…
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Once Upon Virgil for Miz Q.
Found On Elm Street The golden sun is a sticky honey, a driven winter from the hollows of trees. Hiding-places. Like homes. Or sweet sipping-streams. If rumour’s true, you kept warm, and smoothed your fingers in heaven’s wander. Found and Remixed text from “The Georgics“, by Virgil and translated by A. S. Kline.…
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Earth Day: Someone Out There Didn’t Like Trees
I was having a play this morning with image layers and erasure poetry, and this appeared from under layer 2. This is my offering to Earth Day. Someone Out There Didn’t Like Trees His feet took to the Saharan sun, wool socks frowned upon, less than correct dress in the red damn sand – dumped…
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