1:08 p.m. — Atlanta
Hello! I am occasionally so swept away by a prompt that I write a poem in under an hour rather than my usual month to two months (years?). Misky tipped me off to the prompt and this is the best way to tip you off, without having to wait until next Friday’s roundup.
Get yourself over to the Found Poetry Review. Even if you do not like writing found poems, go. FPR has a link to one of the coolest things I have seen: a text clock that displays the current time by automatically pulling in public domain texts from Project Gutenberg.
If you look at the text clock page, you will know what type of thing I started with. I chose to write an erasure poem and the words and phrases come from each paragraph.
He called the hunter time, acknowledged
one consolation: no change, nothing
since, with troubled eyes, he watched,
unable to understand the power,
the figure in the corner, unpinning
the beauty of her face where each voice
chimed the curfew, the swallows
and the herons slept, the ferns and wild
hyacinths damp with evening dew,
and the summer starlight was the silence
of coming night. No sound broke the stillness,
save the song of the grasshopper.