A found poem is nothing more than existing text found in random places, strung together as if they belonged in one poem. Found poems can be hilarious, serious, weird, or like this one, pretty enigmatic.
I’m at Catholic Lane again this week with a poem about rocking chairs, and little ones in it. And then suddenly, they aren’t anymore. I was thinking about this a little more after seeing pictures of one niece going to her high school homecoming (she’s a beauty) and another niece (she’s a cutie) celebrating a birthday and following in her big cousins’ footsteps. Sigh.
But it’s a sigh in a good way.
Anyway, here’s a little teaser for the poem…you can read it all here:
Quiet Wonder
The rocking chair’s gentle embrace
Held you and me in its slow pace
Suspended, in both time and place.As I, in quiet wonder, said a prayer.
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I’ve got a new poem up at Catholic Lane. This one is about the laundry. I whine so much about it that I vented about the procedure, especially a little honesty about having to reset the dryer because I forget the clothes. Do you ever do that? I admit I suffer moments of homemaker angst when I acknowledge I’m not Suzy Homemaker. And then I get over it, believe me.
Anyway, there’s ultimately a little joy in the task, even if it does come at the end when I roll around in the freshly laundered towels.
You can read it here.
