so sorry
I could never find
my dense cluster of keys
they may be
somewhere indefinable
and cavernous
along with
my wrinkled wits
Friday, October 8, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
This Good Morning (October 7, 2010)
This
Good morning,
arrived on soundless wings
as if by magic,
Then was
carried off by accident
in a spell of
turning back
time
Good morning,
arrived on soundless wings
as if by magic,
Then was
carried off by accident
in a spell of
turning back
time
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Another Autumn (October 6, 2010)
another autumn.
All the while,
watching the
surrounding trees
still radiant with
burning color
always the
slow procession
toward forever
All the while,
watching the
surrounding trees
still radiant with
burning color
always the
slow procession
toward forever
Labels:
autumn,
fall,
found poem,
found poetry,
found text,
poetry collage
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
An Exhilarating Walk (October 5, 2010)
an exhilarating walk through
leaves thick and soft
everything a stillness of
a different color.
and the inevitable
We will have berries for breakfast.
leaves thick and soft
everything a stillness of
a different color.
and the inevitable
We will have berries for breakfast.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Some Unseen Sparkled Something (October 2, 2010)
some unseen sparkled
something fluttered into view,
and then
ran shivering into the stream
a breath of starlight
fierce with living.
something fluttered into view,
and then
ran shivering into the stream
a breath of starlight
fierce with living.
Friday, October 1, 2010
An Unsettled Hearth / by Stacey Wilson, Guest Poet
Looks like a new tradition is starting here at Missouri Bend Paper Works -- a found poem by a guest poet will be the post for the first day of each month! This feature actually started last month, with Gabriella Mirollo, whose poem posted on September 4th. The guest poet for October is Stacey Wilson of The Odd Inkwell. Here's a little background on Stacey with links to her blogs, followed her poem, An Unsettled Hearth!
Stacey Wilson is a poetess sequestered in the east tower of her family's ancestral mansion. To pass the time, she creates found poetry and found haiku from cutting up very old books. Occasionally, she incorporates poetry with found object art. She blogs her poetry at http://theoddinkwell.com and is sometimes known by the name Theo D. Dinkwell.
She also writes short free verse poetry and haiku.
Stacey Wilson is a poetess sequestered in the east tower of her family's ancestral mansion. To pass the time, she creates found poetry and found haiku from cutting up very old books. Occasionally, she incorporates poetry with found object art. She blogs her poetry at http://theoddinkwell.com and is sometimes known by the name Theo D. Dinkwell.
She also writes short free verse poetry and haiku.
Labels:
found poem,
found poetry,
found text,
Stacey Wilson,
The Odd Inkwell
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