The “finding it first” challenge from Laura at dVerse was to create a “found poem” by taking the first line of the first poem from each month of 2022 to create a new poem. No changes other than tenses, no additions other than conjunctions, but enjambment okay and the lines don’t have to be in order.
Three years of hoping
still she carries spring in her step,
though the bluebells are tardy this year.
The alarm goes off at midnight, mid-winter,
listen to him crowing under the blood moon!
If we make it through December,
then what if I wrap up my truth, and
throw the Christmas tree out the door?
Some nights, sleep rises like static, and
I don’t understand why the humans persist.
This came out sounding rather dark, although some of the poems they came from were meant to be funny ones, eg the last line comes from a poem about my pig eating doormats. They also almost all come from responses to dVerse prompts! 🙂
These are the first lines and where they came from:
January: Throw the Christmas tree out the door from ‘anno dissolvi’
February: She carries spring in her step from ‘mum’s hairdressing salon II’
March: I don’t understand why the humans persist from ‘high fibre snacks’
April: Listen to him crowing from ‘summoning the sun’
May: Some nights, sleep rises like static from ‘SNR < 1 & F(net) = 0’
June: What if I wrapped up my truth from ‘a little empty space’
July: Mid-winter from ‘woodsmoke’
August: The alarm goes off at midnight from ‘looking up’
September: three years of hoping from ‘labour of love’
October: The bluebells are tardy this year from ‘bluebells’
November: Under the blood moon from ‘under a lilly-pilly moon’
December: If we make it through December from ‘If we make it through December’
I’ve never written a found poem before, and rarely go back and re-read any of my poems. So this was a really interesting challenge, and I enjoyed it very much. Thanks Laura!
24 responses to “lost and found/2022 beginnings”
This was fascinating Kate. The second stanza made me chuckle. Well done. 🙂✌🏼
I don’t think my poetry is coherent enough to lend itself to found poems 😀 .
you made a fabulous patchwork poem here – such an enjoyable read. For me the bluebells resonated so well with the next line of midnight blue that the divide was like the silence between chords
Thanks Laura! 🙂
This is wonderful. Throwing the Christmas tree out the door sounds like really good advice.
Metaphorically and literally 🙂
This is really nicely done, Kate! I love the idea of tardy bluebells and carrying spring in your step, even after three years of hoping. The second stanza works particularly well, especially the lines:
‘If we make it through December,
then what if I wrap up my truth, and
throw the Christmas tree out the door?’
Thanks Kim, those three lines came from poems that were at least consistent in mood, unlike the rest. That’s probably why they fit together better.
Love this. The ending is so relatable.
😀 The ending comes from a poem about my pig chewing up doormats, and me replacing them just to have her do it again. But out of context it sits quite differently.
I really like how it turned out, Kate. I think the last line fits perfectly with the rest.
Thanks Lisa :D. That’s a bit of a miracle given where the line came from.
You’re welcome, Kate 🙂
I cannot wait for spring season to come.
I’m enjoying summer, but it’s been a fairly mild one so far. Usually by now I’d be looking forward to some cooler weather. 🙂
That closing worked so well together with the rest of the poem… is it really the season or humanity that makes the season hard to bear?
Good question… and even if we blame the season, the excessive flooding and bushfires are still climate change symptoms.
Really???? This is a “found poem”??? I never would have guessed. The flow is amazing! You had me with the first stanza. A wonderful stand-alone poem!!! Really enjoyed this read!
Thanks Lillian, that’s very kind of you. 🙂
That ending is great, the whole piece is so original and engaging! 👏👏
Thanks Tricia! ❤
My pleasure! 💓
Stellar closing on this one, Kate! 💘💘💘
Thanks Sanaa ❤