I just can't stop finding poems. The lines keep dancing across my desk, leaping down from the bookshelves and flying off the end of my gluestick to join together in a chorus that must be sung.
Meri at meriak.blogspot.com has also found herself in their thrall. She has developed her own special style of found poem and posted a beautiful example on her blog. She said that the words "gravitate like iron filings to a magnet" ... "and fall in love"... Go and read her great effort...
So here are a few more of my reborn poems:
These next two are slightly less found, maybe a little more rearranged, in that they come from the same couple of pages of Hermann Hesse's 'Siddhartha.'
My backgrounds are:
A Monet painting
Autumn in Japan - my daughter's photo
The cover of my journal
My river photo photoshopped