Spine poem sequence

i

i
waiting for the play to begin
the impossible uprooting
done

here on the ground
what’s between us can’t be heard
weather of the heart

enigma from the stone
earth against your cheek
polishing the petoskey stone.

ii

ii
slow train passing
weaving the wind
open the door to another realm

duet for wings and earth
a deed to the light
a trail of light

the ordering of love
the kisses of his mouth
midnight in the garden

iii

iii
god of missed connections
a breath of light
breathing fire

rattlesnake plantain
animals of my own kind
let me out!

love, laughter and tears
the unfolding of the soul
I am the poem

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I’ve never tried putting together a spine poem so I decided to make that my poem-a-day yesterday. It was fun but more challenging than I thought. Already I’d like to be rearranging some of these lines!

Siren Mall

Siren Mall

Come on down
have a good time here
come, love the store
Shop with confidence
buy more, save more
Buy two or more
save the tax
Get exactly what they need
(first 5000 get a free poster)
Visit
Listen online
Phone
Leave us a message
be smart with it
bring it on
call today
I insist
Your future’s looking bright
Take the test
Switch
Pay
Book
see store for details
Learn how
Get rid of your cash

© 2011 by Violet Nesdoly

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This is today’s poem for my November Poem-A-Day challenge.

Prompt – from “The Time Is Now” Poets and Writers email for November 10:
“Record the text from as many advertisements as you see or hear throughout the day–on your way to work, while listening to the radio, grocery shopping, or doing anything else during your daily routine. Use one of these ads or parts of several of them as an entry point to a poem.”  

To get raw material for this poem I scribbled lines on a scrap of paper as I listened to our local morning talk show while doing my housework. I also hauled out my little transcription recorder and recorded a few ad segments. I later transcribed them (partially) then pieced together “Siren Mall.”

Mourning Music (a Wordle poem)

Wordles of inspiration

Mourning Music

Strings flow trembling morning music
red, blue, purple drumbeats

Taste cold thought, wild enthusiasm
rich pomegranate love poems.

Remember golden cherry summer
know love’s austere winter

lovely eyes always longing, reaching, leaving…
Enough pain. Spoon candy consolation

massage wisdom thoughts
behind holy Christmas find children.

Sustaining heart whispers, Still know, yet hear
wipe mourning Jerusalem’s crying tear.

© 2011 by Violet Nesdoly

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This is a type of found poem – inspiration from the Writing From Words prompt. There, along with the challenge were links to “Wordles” – word clouds, computer-generated from a variety of texts (from blogs to books to Bible verses).

When I first saw all these colourful and slightly confusing graphics, I felt overwhelmed. How could I make a poem out of this! After some thought, I came up with a method that worked for me. I took screen shots of each one, named them W1-12,  made myself a grid and collected from each words that interested me — nouns, adverbs/adjectives, verbs and miscellaneous words. With those words I composed one line from each wordle and then played with line placement to come up with “Mourning Music.”

I’m curious about how others wrote their Wordle poems.