I was never the one for poetry. In school, reading poems meant clinically dissecting it for its meaning and picking out the figures of speech. Important lines or the ones I thought important were memorised to embellish the answer; the paraphrasing was done with precision.
That was it!
Sometime after I left school, I noticed my excitement when I came across a poem I had studied previously. Usually nostalgia would engulf me, the same words affecting me unlike before.
I discovered slam poetry (Thank you Manjari!) and actors with mellifluous voices reciting words that had the power to move me. That’s Tom Hiddleston for you reciting, As I Walked Out One Evening by W H Auden. I melt every time!
One could say, I found poetry.
Then I found that Found Poetry was a thing and Google had pages devoted to this form of literary expression.
In fact Wikipedia defined it as …
… a type of poetry created by taking words, phrases, and sometimes whole passages from other sources and reframing them by making changes in spacing and lines, or by adding or deleting text, thus imparting new meaning.
A literary equivalent of a collage!
To be able to create something from nothing, actually to compose poetry, the language of the bards was beyond cool.
So that’s what I did, made my own literary collage. Also this happens to be the month my blog turns four. So what better time than now to present my chaotic thoughts masquerading as poetry.
This is me playing jigsaw with the unaltered original lines; the fun part was sourcing them from my most viewed posts in this month of January. WordPress stats came up with that information.
So here goes nothing!
Found Poem On Fourth Blogversary.
Days stretch into nights,
Watched the sky turn purple,
Through meandering lanes ,
Nondescript place.
Vivid memory,
Sting of sharp mountain air,
Chiming of the bells,
Remains unchanged.
Predictable life, stodgy workaholic,
Dreaming like Walter Mitty,
I contemplate the stars,
My artsy Bohemian Rhapsody played on,
Do bear in mind,
Teaching by day, work nights too,
Here goes my efforts ,
I raise a toast …
Thankful to life, universe and everything!
The lines, numbered in the bracket have been taken from the following posts-
Sleepless in Stockholm. (1 and 2)
Special spots in Aurangabad. (3 and 4)
Calling on Goddess Surkanda Devi. (5 to 8 )
The Social Loner. (9 and 10)
Chasing Art on streets of Italy. (11 and 12)
About. (13 to 17)
The photo clicked by me is from my post, A Shangri-la called Mindrolling Monastery.
Happy birthday Blog!
May the Force be with you.
‘Found’ your celebration style- a unique word play
The scintillating string of sentences
Left me simply smiling in acceptance
Of the force to which we pray!
Here you go Sheetal, inspiration received and delivered:)
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My mind went into an overdrive
Wrestling with what to say
You leave me stumped as usual
But you certainly made my day!
Thank you Manjari. 😊
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Wonderful 🙂 thanks for joining my nothing
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It was perfect for the post 😊.
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Sheetal, your verse is lovely and happy anniversary. Most tho, you wordplay with Manjari is priceless!!
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Thank you Tina ! My experiment worked 😊
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