HOME
“Home”
peeling and disintegrated
from neglect,
the old neighborhood
dangled
down hilly streets
of Cincinnati.
metal awnings
like eyelashes
looked
tender,
(with) a note of bitterness *
A visual found poem. Text from Coming Home by Julie Kibler.
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“POETRY” Invitation: I invite you to write a poem of any poetic form on your own blog about a particular travel destination. Or you can write about travel in general. Concentrate on any intention you set for your poetry.
During this time of isolation and social distancing, please feel free to write poetry about any subject, whether travel-related or not. I’d love to read and share them here!
One intention for my trip to Cincinnati, Ohio in 2019 was to write four Found poems. Two poems were to be based on books I read to prepare for my trip, and two based on something surprising I found in Illinois and Cincinnati. One type of found poem is known as Erasure, in which you choose a source and erase away most of the “text” and leave words and/or phrases and/or sentences so that what’s left says something very different from what the original writing said and is art. The end result should be something different from what the original text said.
*This poem is from page 251 of Calling Me Home by Julie Kibler. The rule for erasure poem is that you use the words on the page only, without adding any. However, when typing out the poem, I took the liberty of adding the word “with” in the last line, as that seems to convey my idea better than without it.
So far I’ve written two Found Poems, one Erasure and one Found. Both were based on Illinois. This is my first based a book about Cincinnati.
- Found Poem: poetic journeys: lives moving as fast as possible.
- Erasure Poem: poetic journeys: let it all, all, all.
You can either set your own poetic intentions, or use one of the prompts I’ve listed on this page: writing prompts: poetry. (This page is a work in process). You can also include photos, of course.
Include the link in the comments below by Thursday, April 30 at 1:00 p.m. EST. When I write my post in response to this challenge on Friday, May 1, I’ll include your links in that post.
This will be an ongoing invitation, on the first Friday of each month. Feel free to jump in at any time. 🙂
I hope you’ll join in our community. I look forward to reading your posts!
the ~ wander.essence ~ community
I invite you all to settle in and read a few posts from our wandering community. I promise, you’ll be inspired. 🙂
- Jude, of Cornwall in Colours, wrote a poem full of sounds reflecting life in the countryside.
Thanks to all of you who wrote poetic posts following intentions you set for yourself.
Very clever. I haven’t seen a poem like this before.
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Thanks, Carol. I took a poetry class last year on Found Poetry. It was fun, but new to me too. 🙂
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That is quite amazing Cathy. The words you have chosen evoke a feeling of the old dilapidated house and I also like the way you have colour combined the erasing lines in purple with the colours of the background sketch. Well done…👍
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Thank you so much, Pauline. It is so much fun to do these found poems, although harder than it might look. I’m so glad you like it. 🙂
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I would think you could spend quite a long time searching out words and phrases in this manner, Cathy, but I do like the end result here. Another of those things to try in an idle moment. 🙂 🙂 Hope you’re doing ok. Any improvement in the breathing?
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Thanks, Jo. You’re right, it takes a very long time, especially to put together anything coherent. Surprisingly, the hardest thing is finding the glue to bind words or phrases together, the small words: conjunctions, articles, verbs, etc. If they’re not there, they’re not there, so you have to begin anew to find something else. Or turn to a different page, which is often what I do!
Thanks for asking about my health. My breathing at this moment seems better, but I still have this never-ending congestion. I can’t wait for the day it finally clears up. It’s been a whole month now, and it’s getting very tiresome indeed! I hope you’re well too, Jo. Happy weekend. 🙂
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A rather effective Found poem, Cathy….I recall writing one or two in the past…..
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If you can dig them up, I’d love to see them! Thanks so much, Sue. 🙂
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I must look
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Great!! Stay well, Sue!
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Thanks! And you, Cathy
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My goodness, Cathy, that is brilliant! Both poetically and visually.
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Thank you so much, Anabel. These are so satisfying to do, although rather time consuming. 🙂
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Another lovely example. I also like the way you have shown it visually. I must have another go at doing this as I really enjoyed the last one I attempted. And thank you for the link to my poetic post 🙂
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Thanks so much! I’d love to see you try another one, Jude. It’s fun to make them look artistic too. It’s a nice combination of visual and poetic art. And of course you’re welcome for the link. 🙂
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First time for me too. Very creative!
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Thank you so much, Suzanne. 🙂
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The way the neighborhood is dangling, Cathy, is both artful and prophetic. It’s as if the community itself is in danger of falling (or ready to fall) off the Earth. Or keep hanging on the hills via metal awnings. An enjoyable, stark visit to the Queen City.
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I feel like we are all left dangling at this surreal time, Christopher, so it is an appropriate word for the times. And today, with the barrage of bad news, I’m feeling more hopeless than ever. I wish we could see into the future, that all will be okay in the end. Today, I feel like I am hanging on by my fingernails, or by eyelashes of metal awnings! Thank you so much, once again, for your kind words.
By the way, how are you feeling? Any better? I’m still very congested, with no end in sight. It’s really wearing me down.
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