Tag Archives: found poetry

Titled

Hope is deadPlease edit me
I am lostLay your words on me

I am, ain’t I?

I miss me (on repeat)
I miss me (on repeat)

Full stop

Scattered everywherethe peace I never had
Today’s prescription: acknowledgement

Get me out of here, as if your life depended on it
Do you think you can? That’s the question

Rescue meI’m not worthy
Leave me this way, at the end of the tunnel
Escape half way through my funeral
Einstein was right: love has amazing properties

I’m glad you calledshoot me
at the crossroads/in the name of the father

No more tearserasure
* Permission denied *
Happy ending/Apocalypse later

Seriously
You know the end
She lived happily ever after
but who’s counting?
A no brainer

If I look through my archives, it seems that OctPoWriMo 2014 was the first time when I created a poem out of titles. Titles from the blog of fellow participants, or their poems. I wrote it as a hommage, to end my first participation in #OctPoWriMo. I’ve done it again sometimes, during NaPoWriMo. It’s a form of found poetry that enables me to share some of the beautiful words I’ve read.

This one is different: found poetry from my own blog. I tried to work with titles only and no added words. I almost made it 🙂 One of the titles I used isn’t published yet (I miss me), so I couldn’t link to it. During the process of linking up the other titles I found that I renamed She lived happily ever after to Reorganisation. I totally prefer the original title!

The result is a bit of a mess to read. Part of it is meant that way, to represent scattered thoughts, changes of mind, franticness (yes, that’s a made up word). Part of it is not meant that way: links make an ugly read.  But I really wanted to link up to the poems that inspired this.

I hope you enjoy reading my contribution to #OctPoWriMo day 22. It’s inspired by the prompt, a hero’s journey. Though that might be hard to tell. I had no energy left for a brilliant title.

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Lost and found

A  bag of anything
A bucket list of dust
Different shades of luck

The last compilation poem for now. Three days in a row of creating a poem by blog titles and posts of fellow participants in #NaPoWriMo. I might do more later, but I don’t want it to become a gimmick. And I’m behind on some interesting prompts, so time for a new challenge!

You can find the poem that provided the title here.

Escape

Roshni the moving finger writes
just another wakeup call

Ride the wave
Unlucky in luck
our mothers and fathers
mad heartsmad hearts knew
resilience is a Friday’s fairytale

In the stilly night
The confused angel’s trumpet
blows a night song

(The title comes from this poem by J Luukkonen)

I had such a blast yesterday! It was great to be the featured participant on napowrimo.net. I’ve never had so many visitors on my blog before. It was such a joy to have you visit, like and comment. Thanks to everyone who dropped by.

I also thoroughly enjoyed reading all the bop poems. What a fabulous prompt! I hope to try my hand at it, but not today. I’m still tired from a very long working day yesterday.

I love today’s prompt (alliteration and assonance), but I already had a second poem based on websites and titles of you, my fellow writers (like yesterday’s).

For me this is a lovely way to pay tribute to the gems you create. Again please don’t take it personal if you’re not in it. There are too many beautiful options to use all of them.

I realise I haven’t asked permission, I hope nobody minds that I to linked to their work. If you do, please let me know and I’ll remove the link.

This and other poems

My dearest Grapeling
it could be that

the ordinary average thoughts of us
are but instructions for not living a life

So maybe
yogic release
and looking in the mirror
can wipe the thoughts of words
and bring back the glitters of life

Until that annoying voice
of a bad fairy
in the guise of a poet
whispers – again:

A poem is a machine for making
a writer’s fountain
so write, ally, write your
soul structured lines

Once more we are temporary saints
our faith unlocked
bitten by a timorous beastie

Had I but one more day
I’d heal our elusive verse

We have a thing for words

Did you know there’s poetry in your poetry? This poem is based on websites and titles of you, my fellow writers. It’s an ode to your beautiful words.

Please don’t take it personally if you’re not in this one, it doesn’t mean I don’t like your words. I gathered so many beautiful snippets that I have enough for three or more poems I believe. Today’s is just the story that this poem wanted to tell. Please don’t take that story personally either.

I don’t have a clue yet what the prompt is for day 10 of #NaPoWriMo. I’ll be away all day, so I wrote this in advance.

You can find the website that forms the title of this poem here.

Yzmpqipof

Obscure, ancient origins
frames made of wood

bars struck by mallets
made of willow wood
spoon-like bowls

Each bar an idiophone

Wikipedia articles are full of poetry. You just need to wipe out a lot of the words 🙂 Today’s prompt was to write a poem with a word or idea or line that it isn’t expressing directly. The poem should function as a sort of riddle.

You can solve the riddle by taking the title of the poem and substituting each letter with the letter that comes before it in the alphabet.

Putting objects into algebra

napo2016button2TRUTH: row

HIM: Scientific display mode

ME: Alpha entry mode
Converting complex to real
Converting real to complex

HIM: Differential equation solver
Significant digits displayed

ME: Constant entering
editing
Random redefining
Analytic functions
affect implied units

HIM: Counters loop structures
Counters negative steps
Debugging programs

ME: Immediate entry mode reverted
Arguments go on stack
Interpreting of immediate guesses HALT

ME: the wild card
HIM: the delimiter

HP 48G Users guide

I didn’t have a special dictionary (the day 17 prompt) so I used this instead. The only words not coming from the index are him, me, the and the. WordPress has messed with the lay-out, but I don’t know how to restore it.

I’m curious if anybody recognises this type of row?

 

Liberty beneath the Jolly Roger

Gender associated with land and sea
African American manhood
Chastity as an element of masculinity

Writing, by women at sea
Wild nights! Wild nights!

Fraternal societies on shore
Captains and racial prejudice
Delicacy as an element of masculinity

Transiency of sailors
Poetry of the sea

Victorian ideology of middle class
Neptune ceremony
Dependence as an element of masculinity

Warriors, female
Sailors, female

Liberty beneath the Jolly Roger

Bonney,_Anne_(1697-1720)
Picture source and article on this female pirate: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anne_Bonny

The prompt for #NaPoWriMo day 12 was to write a poem based on an index. Mine is taken from Iron Men, Wooden Women. Gender and Seafaring in the Atlantic World 1700-1920 (Baltimore and London 1996).

Since female pirates messed with what the world expected from women, I felt this poem should mess with gender too. Every single word comes from the index, except for the title. All the options from the index missed some cheer. This one was a chapter. The poem ends up being a bit weird and I’m not sure I find the result convincing. I enjoyed the writing process though 🙂