the yellow faces of those tiny red flowers
pain in the morning
pain at night
books and films
my only light
tulips give the old building some class
in lieu of Life,
The wordless moon
a found poem, source: “Ars Poetica” by Archibald Macleish
For today’s poem, I used Nancy Chen Long’s prompt at The Found Poetry Review and “Le Verbe Etre” by Andre Breton.
This is despair.
All the rest
until they die.
Drive to the Bijou
in a Chevy,
a night bow.
Dispose of the collar.
Pass me until you are full.
to be somebody!
erasure poem from ED’s “I’m Nobody! Who are You?”
against the borders of every page
erasure miniature from Billy Collins’ “Marginalia”
I have wanted to see
the wound of the earth
erasure miniature from “This Journey” by Ingrid Jonker
sheep are grazing when you call
~A found poem. Source: Default Message by Carmen Gimenez Smith.
opal flakes fall
a ring on every finger
jewels in my hair