of pissy vinegar
Tip the Balance!
in Texas, y'all!
Spring Goddess Yo!
Sweet water flow
back of my hand is
Nothing to do but keep writing.
Self suffers absence of mutual respect
Longing for my lover, far away.
Sitting strangely silent at stone's throw
No regrets, because I keep trying
"If there is a heaven I'd like to spend it in her company.”
Pastrami on rye with mustard. Heaven!
New knee still hurts. Ouch. Ouch.
Springtime madness brings memory of love
Debout, les damnes de la terre...
Wish I knew what to do.
Geraniums are blooming wildly in Benicia.
Oh, joy! Baseball season starts soon.
Weeds, beware! You are going down.
"Winter is finally melting away"
I found a green tomato today.
My cat likes his belly rubbed.
“Hope is a thing with Feathers”
what they appear.
In my hand.
How to get strong at my center?
Never worry what the critics think.
Critics: Everyone has opinions and assholes.
I heard a robin singing yesterday.
April showers come now to Brooklyn.
Life goes better with friendly hugs.
Green buds on my lilac tree.
Spring rain taps at my window.
Seeds, mulch and fragrant pine needles.
Winter is not giving up easily.
Hit road with guitar. Can't play.
Carlos Santana, I remember your face.
Small world, all interconnected, you know?
See you at the picture show.
Typing all day scrambles the eyes
I knew this script was extraordinary
Seeking edgy depth of quirky characters
Twitter, Twitter, Twitter--
Plays getting littler!
The dog barks,
my daughters cry
Small wind cries.
Nothing better than my dogs snoring.
My bread won't rise. dead yeast?
Groundhog on the roof. What next?
No one else can feed
thick, intertwined roots.
kind words to say to me
“The good life is one inspired by love and guided by knowledge” -Bertrand Russell
Six word poem? Is it possible?
Now taking a short writing vacation.
Huge carpenter ants on my laptop
Ennui should be his middle name.
Please slow down
Gray clouds hover, something green erupts.
Cool weather preceding summer sizzle.
Springtime mind fails to realize reality
In the recession, don't forget infinity.
“A found poem is a piece of writing that was not intended as a
poem, but is declared so by its finder…the odd thing is how the found
words seem to take on an added power when removed from their original
context and presented alone…A found poem requires simply that you stay
alert to those exceptional uses of language…that create a poetic effect
of an emotional response as strong as that made by a poem…Writing a
found poem often requires creative skills similar to those used in the
actual creation of art.”
~from Handbook of Poetic Forms
The point of these found poems is the serendipitous way they have been
created. I have been taking the six words people sent to the ICWP
listserve about their life at that moment and (except in two cases) in
the order I receive them, I group them together to make a found poem. I also was very excited about all the congratulatory remarks ICWP
members made to Ellen…so I formed a poem using some of our words and
some of Ellen’s.
We invite everyone to take a
look at them. Find your six words and see how they have morphed into a
piece of found poetry during this April, National Poetry Month. Let me
know what you think!
The song of ellen: song of distinction
Come home to see this news…
Such fantastic news! What an achievement!
Add my hooray to the exuberant cheer!
I am really, really quite amazed.
And amazed some more
trying to take it all in
it all went very fast –
I can't find enough superlative words
My goodness, this is great news
I knew this script was extraordinary
May this award open all kinds of doors for your work
Your words sing,
you work so diligently on your messages.
We're all sooo proud of you.
Here's hoping our Ellen helps change.
won’t be singing
the Song of Extinction
They will be writing and producing it.
Maureen Brady Johnson
Posted April 14, 2009