Interesting, Ive discovered this thing called found poetry. Where other people make the phrases, and the poet strings them together.
Alba Journal of Short Poetry liked this one, a necklace made from the last words of the famous.
TOO LATE FOR FRUIT, HERE
and Jo Horsman has a Frog Poem in the same issue. Great stuff.
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I love that! Would that be called a "found" poem...? Like Found Art? It is amazing how powerful the line breaks are, where you break and when. Gosh, thanks for opening my eyes to poetry, I am slowly getting over my fear :)
Funny isn't it? I always felt you had to do poetry in a semi-darkened room, with the door locked, in case someone came in...and I need a cigarettee afterwards, even though I havent smoked for years...
go figure!
I love the twin lines "Too late for fruit, too soon for flowers" - that sums up that period of awkward limbo perfectly. Thanks for linking.
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