Who will save this town?
The examined life is
What we cannot see is
the new normal, designed
for a more spirited drive.
When remaking change
keep it loose, be moved.
Artifice is so unpretty.
Our most important mark
is this wild kingdom.
— Drew Myron
Lost, found, reconfigured. When words don't flow, I dip into those already composed. This poem is created entirely from headlines and adlines in the latest The New York Times Style Magazine. I've added is and a when for transitional purposes.
I like to play with words, and found poems reduce the pressure to write "good." Sometimes the path to good is a road near borrow (with attribution).
Want more? Check out these excellent visual found poems:
• Sarah J. Sloat - poems in the pages of Misery, a novel
• Judy Kleinberg - cut-n-paste poems
• Mary Ruefle - a master of visual poetry
• Austin Kleon - king of the blackout poem
See some of my found poems:
• See Me