I take random lines out of poems
tear and again paste those
into arresting thoughts
a picture forms, assimilating
those torn lines, and some from air too
that broken guitar stands up
and plays by itself tearing into my heart
I again take those torn lines
reform them into wicked poems
rhythmic poetry prevails again
"I clutch my knees and make music in my mind"
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"That broken guitar stands up" - great line!
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Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteYes, it is wonderful. What energy!
ReplyDeleteYou give me the feeling that if I truly open up to the magic, I can catch words and songs here and there, did I mention, i love this!!!
ReplyDeleteI have a vision of you sitting on the floor with scattered papers everywhere, cutting and rummaging through stacks of magazines.
ReplyDeleteThe art of art. Thanks, Gautami.
ReplyDeletevery well written :)
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I love this poem. It's musicality sings with every line. Wonderful. Have a great day.
ReplyDeleteFirst, thank you for the great prompt. I like both the poem on OSI and this one. This poem reminds me of the creative writing class I took this past spring - we did just exactly what your poem describes -- cutting up existing poems and playing with the lines, adding subtracting and rearranging.
ReplyDeleteAmazing images you create with this. Intriguing and it makes me want to find my scissors.
ReplyDeleteI like the music in this.
ReplyDeleteLoved the guitar line.
ReplyDeleteFirstly, thanks for the prompt!
ReplyDeleteThought both of ur poems were amazing... this one here has a certain flow which is quite appealing!
"that broken guitar stands up
ReplyDeleteand plays by itself tearing into my heart"
wow that was the perfect image.
lovely poem
The musical reference is what brought this all back to me.
ReplyDeletethis was great, of course. I loved "I ... make music in my mind."
ReplyDeleteThis was wonderful...so rich!
ReplyDeletewell done on all counts
ReplyDeleteI had to rewrite this three times! I kept starting to tell you which was my favorite line but they are all my favorites.
ReplyDeleteThe music and the poetry - all made from bits and pieces of other and yet created new in our minds. Yep.
This reminds me of the way all of life becomes fodder for the collage of our creative experience. Nicely written and terrific insight!
ReplyDeleteLovely. Esp the last lines.
ReplyDeleteI can really feel the energy in this wonderfully written piece.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Loved the last line.
ReplyDeleteold compostions sometimes bring fresh thoughts. Nice poem :)
ReplyDeleteI feel very connected to this one, Gautami. Thanks for writing it!
ReplyDeleteI clutch my knees and music in my mind... Did I get this right? Broken guitar is your dreams of being a rock star and the music in my mind being the poetry that you write. Poetry rocks and you are a Star!
ReplyDeleteNamaste.
“I again take those torn lines
ReplyDeletereform them into wicked poems”
A terrible beauty that makes a poem or a canyon. Not for the faint of heart.
But the results are breathtaking.
I think the swetness of the guitar comes from the hands which holds it.
ReplyDeleteSweet poem here...
Hi Gautami, thank you for the prompt. It was fun as usual but just a little hard for me this time. I had another idea but this one (assimilation of races) was simpler for me to just write my little tanka.
ReplyDeleteI like your idea and Sue confirmed that it can be done. I would like to look over some that you have done.
Could I do it with my favorite poem, Abu Ben Adam? Or Joyce Kilmer's 'Tree?' How would you start?
For sure, this one sings!! The magic of cut and paste, the random thoughts - nice work...
ReplyDeleteSeveral great lines, I salute you (and sorry for being late in my comment).
ReplyDeletewonderful creative and witty poem. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI am one of many in really liking the guitar line.
ReplyDeletei join the procession of praise for the broken guitar line! :)
ReplyDeletekudos!
As I walked in your moccasins for a while, I realised we seemed to travel toward a well-known pose ~ Rodin's "The Thinker". But yours is iced with music! Interesting strings played here!
ReplyDeleteI will sometimes pull random phrases from non-poetry books and mold them into a poem. That way, EVERYTHING ever written is potential grist for poetry.
ReplyDeleteNothing is safe!
.. good original thinking & a great prompt..many thanks for this ..
ReplyDeleteA creative assimilation of several prompts-Excellent!
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