Here is a second found poem which I've crafted from the prose of Jonathan Safran Foer's Everything is Illuminated.
She Had Found Places
"There," she said
And she pointed her finger
Into the darkness
She was not crying
Which surprised me very much
But I understand now
That she had found places
For her melancholy
That were behind more masks
Than only her eyes
- Jonathan Safran Foer, 2002
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Kelly Boyce says Love it!!
Jane Doe says You are so good at turning prose into poetry!
Anthony North says Very deep words there.
Love it!!
ReplyDeleteOooh I love this one. You are so good at turning prose into poetry!
ReplyDeleteVery deep words there.
ReplyDeletethis is great. we can always find places for our melancholy to hide can't we? hope all is well.
ReplyDeleteNicely crafted!
ReplyDeleteI am awed the way you find poetry in the unlikeliest of places.
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