This is a found poem, constructed from the final lines of seventeen different poems. Each of the poems was contributed by a member of Edmonton’s Stroll of Poets Society (2017 Anthology), so this poem honours those poets and the amazing organization to which they (and I) belong!
A Love Poem to Poems Heard
Ponderously you move away from death,
when I become your Valentine.
Could it be as simple as that?
melding into one,
face bare and smiling at the morning sun,
pampered in the sun,
moving us to understand another.
of my midnight neighbourhood
and the day, beautifully replete,
crackling with sparks of joy,
hoping for new minds, arms, legs.
We have the aerial view,
for taking the chance of a backward glance.
©2018, Lisa Mulrooney
Inspiration shows up unexpectedly. While it probably isn’t always a good idea to rely on inspiration (at the expense of regular ol’ discipline and hard work), it’s still a good idea to capitalize upon it when it does show up!
The following poem came to me in a moment of sleepless frustration. Wishing my infant son would just stop crying, I pulled myself back from the moment and realized how awful it would be if he actually did stop crying – and never cried again. While the poem may seem negative, it really reflects a moment of profound gratitude.
In the space where poetry takes on a life of its own, this poem also explores the depths of desperation beyond the initial spark of inspiration that generated it.
Just . . . ?”
And it stopped
and it stopped
and it all stopped.
As the nightmare began
with the sight
and the silence
and the still realization
of a stillness that could not be
was no longer . . .