he sold marijuana
majored in death, potential lost
think education and poverty
perhaps essential confession
won’t keep me up at night
almost obsessively reported
leaving you, changing
beautiful, idyllic, mysterious
remember pain, emotional
piece together secrets and lies,
lures you in and won’t let go
donetta sifford 12-7-2014
This was written for a prompt on Found Poetry Review.
The prompt: Each book in the list has a corresponding summary/review paragraph. Select three or more titles and write a poem using only the text in the Book Concierge blurb.
The 3 books I chose are at the top and if you click on each one, there is a link to the review paragraph, where I found these lovely words to create my poem. This is my first time doing Found Poetry, though I have always been interested in doing one. Truth is, it’s harder than it looks and sounds. Enjoy! Comments and constructive criticism is welcome.
On 58th and Broadway,
wind blowing, snow whirling,
I opened my guitar case.
Ringing rhythm of hot jazz and blues.
Playing songs with fire, brimstone servings.
Christsake, my family, they were long gone.
Came across country, straight out of Chicago.
Hell, racing through smoky towns.
Eastbound, mind fixed on hidden interest.
Lines used from Bob Dylan’s Chronicles: Volume 1
Pages 3 through 8
Written for Found Poetry Review’s Poetry Prompt