But Summer is Near
'Found Poetry' shaped by using phrases and words in 'Treacle Walker' by Alan Garner.
But Summer is Near
Part One
he opened his pocket
and spread out the sun
from his big window
he moved and pressed
the reflection from clouds
and the wind into the chimney
Part Two
the land lurches
moving mirror cold
smooth without seam
strip the branches
ripple and quaked
Smoke curled about
bleach of heat
to summer stars
About the Creator
Alyson Smith
Writer & Artist with Level I Autism & a whole lot of Bipolar. Based in Newcastle- upon - Tyne, works as an administrator in a Nursing Home. MA in Creative Writing.
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Comments (5)
brilliant one
I loved part 1. Loved it! Your lines in part 1 are everything glorious about poetry and had me grinning with adoration for these words. These lines, for me, remind me of the reason I write and read in the first place. The lushness and loveliness of word play. I did struggle a little bit to follow part 2. I suspect the found word poem nature is the stricture. Still lovely to read, just less brilliant than the first part for me. But what a beauty to come as a found poem! Most writers cannot accomplish something so haunting and profound with their own words!!!
I liked it and keep writing such poignant poems!
Oh wow, this certainly was very profound. Loved your poem!
Some wonderful images conveyed in so few words, but I suppose that is the point of poetry