Good day to my regular readers. As promised this extra post is both a response to We Write Poems prompt and an example of a cento if you need one for yourselves. I had to do some tweaking to bring the point of view in line so it is all third person and I had to change one word and some tenses. Otherwise this is Frost restitched [thank you, Linda, for the metaphor].
In All But Words
The questions that he frames in all but words
will run as hushed as when they were a thought;
seeking with memories grown dim overnight
they cannot scare him with their empty spaces.
Extremes too hard to comprehend at once
the questions that he frames in all but words;
they fall, they rip the grass, they intersect,
they must go downward past things coming up
be swallowed up in leaves that blow away,
yet nothing he should care to leave behind,
the questions that he frames in all but words
to scare himself with his own desert places.
Yet knowing way leads on to way
to every thing on earth the compass round
he let them lie there til he hoped they slept
the questions that he framed in all but words.
with apologies to Robert Frost for any tweaking I had to do.
“A Considerable Speck”
“A Dream Pang”
“In Hardwood Groves”
“The Oven Bird”
“The Road Not Taken”
“The Silken Tent”
Remember to visit We Write Poems to see other examples of centos.