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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, June 10, 2013

The Nonsense of Love

first page of my "black out" poem


Moving quickly,
promising sloppy getaways
Weekend intensity
Morning heavy
The threat somewhere inside, within
The risk
More time to linger
Damage done
I don’t know
I didn’t know the cost
Falling and breaking
The most vulnerable parts
wore away,
washed out
Ruin
Washed out love


This is my attempt at Dada poetry, taking random words and making a poem. I used a news article about recent storms and used the "black out" technique to leave only the words I wanted for the poem. 

4 comments:

mindlovemisery said...

Oh wow this is really incredible you have said so much here that I can relate too. This is powerful and exceptionally done!

Susie Clevenger said...

Love is madness...It make little sense at times when it is making sense. You handled it well!

J Cosmo Newbery said...

It worked really well. The best use of a newspaper since fish & chips!

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Well done Lolamouse - message received!
When sloppy - we are at our most vulnerable...
Anna :o]