I did not see it and then I did:
so pay attention.
What good are these words,
that makes you ponder the vast and unknowable
in the misfortune of others.
Here be the stories we tell ourselves.
Instead, ask what I wouldn’t give
and I’ll tell you
strength like a memory I’d always wanted to make.
“It’ll happen by chance”
Time, peculiar like magic or poetry,
pouring out its oscillations.
And. Then. And Now. I was. I am.
Last night the moon took me back
and a heartbeat that is rising
is a parallel universe,
just fleecing of the cold.
NaPoWrimo April 29 prompt, a cento. This is a poem that is made up of lines taken from other poems. If you’d like to dig into an in-depth example, here’s John Ashbery’s cento “The Dong with the Luminous Nose,” and here it is again, fully annotated to show where every line originated.
Lines taken from poems published in Tinderbox Poetry Journal Volume 3 Issue 5.
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