We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)
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Showing posts with label Ellecee. Show all posts

30.4.20

Found poems from 'apostrophe'.

Found Poems from 'apostrophe'

Looking at the blog 'apostrophe', poetry by online friend 'Ellecee', I suddenly perceived that her archived list of titles made a series of 'found' micropoems. With her permission, here are those I perceived, with capital letters (traditional for titles) changed to lower case. (The poem I was reading when I noticed this is about taking a hot shower. I thought my first piece here was another way to describe that, and felt it needed a title of its own. It's not meant as a title for the whole series.)



Hot Shower

affusion
on my own
thermals
cabined

***

decisions
a parable
the plan

***

gift
delayed
warmth
remains

***

tales out of school
invisible 
voices

***

reflection
so be it

***

oblivious
fertility
tears laid waste

***

lament
annihilation
concurrent

***

a rake
my can’t

***

this Spring
streets
entrances


(Some work better than others. I wasn't going to use them all, but in the end I did, if only to show the glorious serendipity. I like best #3, #4 and #9.)

To be shared via Writers' Pantry #18 at Poets and Storytellers United.