
(This is found poem, previously posted on OneWoman’s Quest II)
Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential. View all posts by VJ
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What is a found poem, VJ?
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Words or lines that are already written. In this case, I have borrowed them from other pieces.
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What an interesting concept, VJ, to do a found poem with your own work. It’s like upcycling. 🙂 I am going to share this idea with my writing group. Thanks.
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It’s fun to re-discover our own works.
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How many grains of sand
are left in the ancient hourglass?
And why are the holy lands
a desert of leftover bullet brass
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Good one
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Thank you for giving my thoughts a nudge, I’m expanding my words into a protest poem, VJ
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We need those
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I’m posting the poem tomorrow
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A thought provoking poem VJ
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Thank you
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You’re most welcome
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but why is a starting point, of all journeys, so long as we don’t, get trapped in too, deep…
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One of my teachers said instead of why ask how. I like that
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cool VJ! A lovely poem! 🤗🤗💖💖
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Thank you!
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