Friend's list poem
It's been a while since I've done one of these, but it's always fascinating to see what tone crops up on my friend's list for the day. (There's a lot of animals in this one.)
The Exercise: Using the day's LiveJournal friends list, collect snippets of prose from other people's entries. Using only one snippet per entry and altering nothing more than their punctuation or capitalization, construct a poem from them.
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A Menagerie of Something or Another*
For those who care about such things,
in the woods at the edge of a farmland,
there lived a wolf, up and in and sulking.
And, right outside the window, deer!
Robin left, but bad decisions
make great stories. If you want to speculate,
go ahead.
They have a hornet or something
on their shoulder and you're brushing it off,
so now they’re all ok.
I call it Spring
equipped with a sword
and snake-charming recorder.
At the intrepid Cat Farm and Confusion Factory,
you can find it:
an offering this week
in the form of
a dead artist.
A few sumac bushes have flared
red and brilliant orange.
"So, it's on fire! Well, let it burn...
just like before..."
The question is
boxes, little boxes,
and I'm totally appalled.
I would love
to tell you about it, but they still
won't let me. Alas,
I bet that happens
with big spiders, too.
At any given moment, I am feeling
it has been a long and fascinating experience,
often rewarding, always educational.
We need darkness to appreciate the light.
It goes without saying,
Space Unicorn. You can win.
*
Click on the links to view the original posts. Some of these links lead to locked posts. If anyone would like the link removed, let me know.
(Also, I cheated twice. I deleted a word in the middle of a snippet and I added one original word. I am not ashamed.)
*I couldn't come up with a better title.
The Exercise: Using the day's LiveJournal friends list, collect snippets of prose from other people's entries. Using only one snippet per entry and altering nothing more than their punctuation or capitalization, construct a poem from them.
*
A Menagerie of Something or Another*
For those who care about such things,
in the woods at the edge of a farmland,
there lived a wolf, up and in and sulking.
And, right outside the window, deer!
Robin left, but bad decisions
make great stories. If you want to speculate,
go ahead.
They have a hornet or something
on their shoulder and you're brushing it off,
so now they’re all ok.
I call it Spring
equipped with a sword
and snake-charming recorder.
At the intrepid Cat Farm and Confusion Factory,
you can find it:
an offering this week
in the form of
a dead artist.
A few sumac bushes have flared
red and brilliant orange.
"So, it's on fire! Well, let it burn...
just like before..."
The question is
boxes, little boxes,
and I'm totally appalled.
I would love
to tell you about it, but they still
won't let me. Alas,
I bet that happens
with big spiders, too.
At any given moment, I am feeling
it has been a long and fascinating experience,
often rewarding, always educational.
We need darkness to appreciate the light.
It goes without saying,
Space Unicorn. You can win.
*
Click on the links to view the original posts. Some of these links lead to locked posts. If anyone would like the link removed, let me know.
(Also, I cheated twice. I deleted a word in the middle of a snippet and I added one original word. I am not ashamed.)
*I couldn't come up with a better title.