A stone: One daily observation
Near my home there is a barn built into the hillside.
I think that this compound was probably used for sheep.
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Sunday Scribblings #282 Muse
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The Muse
This week
I run behind
All the while
Trying to catch up
Night dreams linger
Into bright light of day
You come silently
I do not know you are present
You quietly plant the seed
Leave me wondering
How is this to be done
Today I hear your September song
The one you hum
Under your breath
Which you blow tenderly
Into my ear
I begin again…
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We Write Poems: Prompt #69 Formulac 3 + (x) = poem
The prompt was from last week. I’m a little behind. Perhaps I will catch up?
She Sees Herself
Open and she turns
I am pure, running water
With bright dresses and bare feet
(He shows the man what he says is a more beautiful poem.)
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Note*I have chosen a found poem. The first line is taken from Mary Oliver, What do we Know, Heron Rises from the Dark, Summer Pond.
The second line is from Asse Lilleskare Faugstad, Footsteps in the Field, Running Water.
The third line is From Carla Funk, The Sewing Room (I opened the book, took a line and now I can’t find it?)
And the last line is from Susan Griffin, Woman and Nature (Again I opened the book took a line and now can’t find it?)
I like this way to create a found poem, to completely rely on a random process.
annellannell 
smiles…like the end of the first poem…blowing on the ear and beginning again…intersting form on the second one…i like how you spun the found lines…
I thought you were going away? Thanks for the comments. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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Like you photos of the barn built into the hillside. Your found poem is quite different, but makes a lot of sense even for its randomness.
Elizabeth
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I love the stone structure built into the hill. What an interesting place that must be to walk around in. Love the September song blowing in your ear………
That place on the hill is full of stories..I am glad there was sun..in the dark I can’t imagine running and songs..Jae x
You must be up until who-knows a clock. Yes, I’m sure it has many stories… I wouldn’t want to go there in the dark… but all old barns might be scary in the dark? “What evil lurks in those shadows?” Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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I love how you created this poem – what a great idea!
Beautiful and diverse work. Your found poem was really interesting. One wouldn’t have known if you had not said!
I love found poems, this one is especially beautiful. But I also like the first one; it describes my week perfectly (playing catch-up), but you succeeded with your Muse blowing her “September song” into your ear so you begin again…