I’ve been experimenting with found poetry in my art journal. First, what is found poetry? According to poets.org, found poetry is
The literary equivalent of a collage, found poetry is often made from newspaper articles, street signs, graffiti, speeches, letters, or even other poems.
Meaning, this most likely wasn’t covered in your Poetry 101 class in college. At least it wasn’t in mine. I think I would have enjoyed it so much more if it was. I’ve been playing around with the idea of making meaning out of catalog descriptions and I hit on something that sounds beautiful to me.
Here’s the poem:
Powdery jasmine wreaths prove most meaningful. Because
a procession of marigold-wrapped monks
Riper, never-sweeter mango, ignites
the fulsome floral garlands.
gods and kings
seem outlandishly glamorous. Because
gleaming temples stand side-by-side,
trading moments ethereal and down-to-earth.
Because at dawn,
the sun doesn’t rise so much as slowly sets the day aglow.
The text is from the latest copy of Anthropologie’s catalog. It’s about their photo shoot and new items imported from Thailand but the words spoke more about a garden I would love to have in my dream home. So I made it mine and I ran with it.
I’m seeing now where I can keep zentangling and where I can add more bits of color, particularly with the flower on the side. I love the bright yellow and how soft it looks against the blue. I’m also really proud that it sounds really cool spoken and read. And I’m most proud of sharing it here. I made this back on the first of April but I’ve been sitting on it out of fear of rejection. But I’m taking a big risk
and sharing it.
For more FOs, check out Tami’s blog