This Capacity to Create
It sits there,
as it tends to do,
and she asks,
"Are you creating me,
or am I creating you?"
The pen,
of course,
does not express
its hue,
too subtle in tone,
too forgettable,
this, which is so regrettable.
She wishes
to go back
in her mind,
to the time
before
this feeling
burned her insides.
The struggles
to maintain
a sort of coherent resistance
against the same old norm.
Cascading
and
Crashing
she cannot
separate herself
from the
storm.
*author's note- response to Challenge on "Dada"art (found poetry)created by @Last. Firstly, I must say I was quite delighted to see this Challenge posting, as I had been perusing through my poetry books and alighted upon a certain poem, and then set out to find a Challenge to match it(;
Found this Challenge straightaway, and after a bit of research on the "Dada" movement, I was once again reminded of the wonderment of all that is that we do not know, because of course, this was perfect, exactly what I needed to read right now, exactly the avenue of my thoughts as of late. The words of Alan Watts had been bouncing around in my mind, just today, even, as he gently counsels in one of his lectures not to take life too seriously. Does that mean there are not serious issues? Of course not. But we must pick and choose, or we will miss out on the point; to enjoy this damning existence. The other take on this, which is more in alignment with the Dada philosophy, in my interpretation, that is, is that humans can be so damn ridiculous, with all their puffed up pride and embarrassing arrogance, with their twisted and unnecessary willful destruction of life and beauty and innocence. To the point of their own stupid hell bent self extinction. And sometimes, the only response to such an absurdity is to answer with more absurdity. I would also like to note how overjoyed I was to see a photograph of a group of Dada artists. They looked like such a playful, insightful bunch. Too bad that was circa 1920; I would've loved to make their acquaintance (; Sincerely, Beccawaits
Po-et
Poetry will never leave
From life as it is.
Poetry form a platform
Of how our life is lived.
From waking up tired
one beautiful morning.
But going to bed excited
With repetitive yarning.
Seeing the world one way
And another in reverse.
To liking what you do ,
And not just calling it WORK.
All is an art of poetry
Never to be seen the same way.
Poetry makes you a Poet
That's all I have to say.
The Language of Leaves
The words fell into place
like leaves to the ground
Hard to start
easy flow
Patchy groundwork
More layers to go
Kicked aside
Raked up with dew
Fun to jump in
though they can hurt you
numerous as they are
You can't find what you look for
Always more leaves
Always another fall
Though time is limiting
and death comes to all
When the leaves are gone
the tree remains
New leaves will grow
And fall again.
Flat
1 Economy
legal sized,
Scotch
thank you
very much
Georgia-
Pacific, and
one way
up
"...reaction to my contents will be anything but."
06.19.2024
(Found Poetry) Dada challenge @Last
a/n: the shelf to my right... a collection of blank paper and filled and empty binders and envelopes, the words are brand names or half visible slogans. There is also part of a railway block set, with signage "one way" positioned sideways, hence... up.
it's interesting how the paper, pub, track theme builds on itself amid the randomness.
For best results...
My past lies viscous
Unleashed when pressed upon
Squeezed between good and bad
A forever-disheveled Rubik's cube
Uncapped and unable to be undone
I can't put the past(e) back in the tube
ENVIRONMENTAL TRIGGER:
A tube of toothpaste, on a shelf, uncapped, with a blob of paste at its opening, gumming up the cap and the shelf it lies on.
The Swim Test (A Pure Found Poem)
All swimmers younger than 16 years of age
Must take a swim test annually
To utilize the deep end.
Those who lack strong swim skills may be required
To perform
The swim test.
The swim test is as follows:
Enter the water by jumping in
And surfacing to the top,
Tread water for 60 seconds
Swim the length of the pool
Consistently and and unassisted,
Showing a front crawl stroke,
And float on the back,
Showing the skill is efficient.
(Found on a YMCA Pool Schedule)
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