I wrestled mightily with a poem yesterday and finally had to put it away; it clearly needs more time to compost. The struggle left me with insufficient time/energy/attention/desire to work on something else to post. C’est la vie.
Taking a more relaxed approach today, I followed a blog post title that caught my eye and ended up with a small bit of found poetry. Sometimes it’s best follow the path of least resistance.
Posted in Poetry
Tagged found poetry, Lesley Wheeler, Lexington Poetry Month, LexPoMo
‘Tis April, and the lively poems
Do rhyme and meter on the page:
All tipsy are the editors,
And poets hold the stage.
With no apologies whatsoever to Mr. Carroll and his Jabberwocky, I hereby dive into National Poetry Month and NaPoWriMo 2018.
I may or may not post every day, but I’ll be reading and writing and revising. The little parody above came to mind yesterday. Today’s found poem was inspired by a post from poet Lesley Wheeler:
Poetry Season
poetry as a dance with absence
all that white space, evocation, closing in
on loss, image and fragment
finding my way towards a poem I feel
I’m dancing with presence: stories written
everywhere I’m not skilled at reading
so I begin with my head full of names, partial
walks in the woods shaping, spending
time each day expanding
The Daily Compost 