Originally inspired by Austin Kleon and his newspaper/blackout poems, I’m addicted to this alternative adventure in the theme of found poetry (which has spread the globe in a fever of great variety). This exercise is a favorite of mine personally, and for workshops. I hope you will give it a try if you haven’t already. (Please feel free to also share your poems/images here in the comments below, I would love to read them!)
I gradually become extinct,
Swaying tender things,
probe the perpetual mist
in pristine freedom.
Darkness dies on a narrow ledge,
night mingles with light.
Imperfect. Green. Displayed.
They separate from the parachute
until ones survives.
Only one in the struggle for existence. Diversity.