In my life books have faces and each one I’m attracted to for different reasons. Some have some advice to give, some take me on an adventure, and others just hold my hand as I learn something new. Since I have quite a large library, I just pulled these books off the shelf and “wrote” the poem as I went.
In this poem the girl is the nameless face sharing her journey.
The girl in the green raincoat is finding the open road between trapezes with pen in hand, the hand in the pen Writing her way through cancer, and potholes, and parachutes find her courage, the courage in the find Leaving a trace page after page bird by bird beyond the words, words of the beyond is in the unforgettable photograph
Assignment Day 6: Faces, Found Poetry, Chiasmus
Before we learn how to read words, we learn, intuitively, to read faces. In today’s poem, take a single face or a multitude of them as your point of departure. It doesn’t even have to be a real-life, flesh-and-blood face you’re writing about.
Today’s form: Found poetry
A found poem is composed of words and letters you’ve collected — randomly or not — from other sources, whether printed, handwritten, or digital, and then (re)arranged into something meaningful.
Today’s device: Chiasmus
At its simplest, a chiasmus is essentially a reversal, an inverted crossing (it got its name from the greek letter chi – X). Example: Laid back, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind.