Two Found Poems

(1) Songs of the Self

Self-preoccupation as art’s raw material:
allegory, ambiguity, blindness
obsession theories. Monophony. Bleak house.

(2) Bookish

When one has lived a long time alone
the world, the flesh, and angels—no
more than leaves of grass
joyful noise:


First, an index poem for NaPoWriMo Day 12. (Index and other phrases from The Creators by Daniel J. Boorstin.) Second, a book spine poem, a bit behind for NaPoWriMo Day 10.

11 thoughts on “Two Found Poems”

    1. Thank you, Marcy. The books were all from my poetry shelf. Next time, I might stroll across the room and expand my horizons a bit. 🙂


    1. Oh, thank you. I actually wrote that one on the day of the prompt, but felt kind of meh about it. Did a bit of revising this morning.

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  1. I’m going to echo Marcy, as I was just going to write: “I love these!”
    I’m behind too: book spine poem (I think) tomorrow. It’s like a puzzle, putting them into some kind of form. (K)

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    1. Thank you for the encouragement. It felt strangely out of my comfort zone, but maybe that’s the point. Shakes up the brain. 🙂

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