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found poetry

i wrote this my sophomore year, i think. from a short story about a flood.

mrs. martin said, "wow! wonderful stuff, amanda!"

my mother, ever changing
waves with inconstant peaks and troughs
in one place hot, near boiling
in another, frigid

the sand is my father's image
tread upon without gratitude or apology
he goes where the waves place him
and stays there
never saying a word

a random ice berg
in the vastness of the open sea
a sister whom you never see
who is so cold
you wouldn't want to

and the blue
a blue so rich and dark
in the depths of an unfriendly ocean
is me

in the caves
which have never seen light
i am the blue ocean
so lonely and cold

i remember writing the poem in class, frantically flipping pages to find words to use. but i don't remember thinking much of what i'd written. i don't remember trying very hard to make these metaphors apply to my life. but it captured how i felt about my family perfectly. i seem to have left my brother out, but i think that was due to a lack of other interesting words to use for him more than anything else.

i'm not really one for poetry. i tend to write the un-metered, non-rhyming kind and always about the same things. but i like the concept of found poetry. i'd like to find another good story to use and try it out again.


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Mar. 18th, 2004 11:42 am (UTC)
i did one as well.
and for some reason ive always seemed to remember it and kind of like it.

[from 'Flood' by annie dillard]

the nights are cold
the air smells damp and acrid
it's hard to take life in, its all so new
everything imaginable is zipping by, almost too fast to see
i get dizzy
i expect to see anything at all
it's like a dragon
the next time i look, i see that they couldnt live forever
it's natures way; it's sure-fire
most things must simply die
so i walk alone
Mar. 18th, 2004 11:47 am (UTC)
i like it
and i'm glad you still remember the title and author, thanks!
Mar. 18th, 2004 12:50 pm (UTC)
I'm not sure why, but I was thinking about found poems on my way home for lunch. The only one that I've ever put together was in high school, and I haven't thought about them since then. It's just nice to know that people are out there thinking about the same things I am.

This is off topic, but I think this is the fastest that I've ever typed. Fucked up when you just know something like that.
Mar. 18th, 2004 12:57 pm (UTC)
riding the same wavelength
when i was copying that poem, i realized that i do in fact know where all the keys are on a keyboard and can hit them with great speed and accuracy. you wouldn't know it from watching my type normally, but i guess if i have something to lookd at i'm a pro!

you know... it still cracks me up that you LJ it up at the gregg.
Mar. 18th, 2004 02:48 pm (UTC)
Re: riding the same wavelength
It's not that I check up on it at the Gregg, but that I check about 30 times a day and probably spend more than 2 hours on here. And I wonder why my paychecks are hurting.
Mar. 18th, 2004 03:00 pm (UTC)
LJ has that effect on people.
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