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DanaC · 11-15-2006, 01:03 PM

Take a book you love and, closing your eyes, flip the pages and place your finger somewhere on the page.....take a word or a phrase from that line. Repeat until you have a poem

Here's mine. Taken from Revelation by Carol Berg:

Judgement
Judgement. No, you’re wise,
Said Merryt.
Jumble, every once a while.
As we drank chamomile.

When we were called,
Back inside.
For sanctuary, as he claims,
Nothing was that easy.

Any message, asking for
Forgiveness.
Nothing of Fiona, spat,
Is it not wonderful?

Who carried this kind of,
Demon?
He handed me another
As I dragged myself towards.

I’d come to think you felt no,
Distractions,
Still too far. Who could value,
The shape of the penetrating wind?

11-15-2006, 01:03 PM	#1
DanaC We have to go back, Kate! Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Yorkshire Posts: 25,964	An experiment. Take a book you love and, closing your eyes, flip the pages and place your finger somewhere on the page.....take a word or a phrase from that line. Repeat until you have a poem Here's mine. Taken from Revelation by Carol Berg: Judgement Judgement. No, you’re wise, Said Merryt. Jumble, every once a while. As we drank chamomile. When we were called, Back inside. For sanctuary, as he claims, Nothing was that easy. Any message, asking for Forgiveness. Nothing of Fiona, spat, Is it not wonderful? Who carried this kind of, Demon? He handed me another As I dragged myself towards. I’d come to think you felt no, Distractions, Still too far. Who could value, The shape of the penetrating wind?