All posts tagged: Found Poem

The Topiary Garden

The thing was, you couldn’t watch all of them (not all at once.) He began to make a whining noise– unaware in his locked concentration that he was making any sound (at all.) His eyes darted, from one hedge creature to the next Trying to see them (move.) The wind gusted making a hungry rattling sound in the close matted branches. What kind of sound would there be (if they got him?) But of course he knew. A snapping, rending, breaking sound. (It would be–) no no NO NO I WILL NOT BELIEVE THIS NOT AT ALL! He clapped his hands to his over his eyes clutching at his hair, his forehead (his throbbing temple.) And he stood like that for a long time (dread building.) Until he could stand it no longer and he pulled his hands away. ****** The idea behind a found poem is to take a paragraph from a book, and break it down into lines that form a poem. I borrowed this one from Stephen King’s The Shining. It’s one …

Found Poem 5

Today is the start of National Poetry Writing Month, or NaPoWriMo, and I thought I’d try something new, a book page found poem. I’ve done found poems before, but instead of taking a paragraph from a book and reshaping it into a poem, this version challenges you to find a poem in the words as they are on the page, and then black out everything around them. It was a fun challenge, I’m sure I’ll be creating more!  

Found Poem 4

The European Vampire, the Creature of the Old World And I realized through my frantic sobbing breathes what it was I held in my arms The two huge eyes bulged from naked sockets and two small, hideous holes made up his nose only a putrid, leathery flesh enclosed his skull The rank, rotting rags that covered his frame were thick with earth, and slime, and blood I was battling a mindless, animated corpse but no more ************** The idea behind a found poem is to take a paragraph from a book, and break it down into lines that form a poem. I’ve been writing these with scenes from horror novels that don’t make it into their movie counterparts. This one is from Ann Rice’s Interview with the Vampire.

Found Poem 3

Out of the cosmic hangover the Smithsonian leaves came her last thought and a coda for her day: Over this odd world, this half the world that’s dark now, I have to hunt a thing that lives on tears. ********** The idea behind a found poem is to take a paragraph from a book, and break it down into lines that form a poem. I borrowed this one from Thomas Harris’s The Silence of the Lambs. I’ve been writing these with scenes from horror novels that don’t make it into their movie counterparts, and this time I’ve used an internal thought by the book’s protagonist, Clarice Starling

Found Poem

Foolish Man You cannot Turn me into a phantom Because you are frightened You do not dismiss a muse at whim If you will not join me Then I shall come To you ******** Thank you Go Dog Go Cafe for Tuesday’s writing prompt, which inspired this found poem. The idea is to take a paragraph from a book, and break it down into lines that form a poem. I borrowed from Nick Bantock’s Griffin and Sabine: An Extraordinary Correspondance, which I would highly recommend. The photo above is the art that accompanies the passage I borrowed.