When all of it's said and done the process winds up being a bit of a psychological exercise that mines your thoughts about your writing. It really provides insight. I was amazed.
Our assignment was to seek out signs or words in our environment then write a few lines about each. Made me notice things I was walking past, for sure.
Outside the process, as a mixture of found art and text, this is what came about:
Waiting, unseen
To be of
Waiting underfoot
Notice
Service underground
Walk this way
Give me a hand
Give me feet
Give me a heart
The way you're supposed to be going is behind you
The way your are going is ahead
Gate keepers say turn back
Something says keep going.
3 comments:
That is pretty cool. Short poems about such things. Brings 'em to your attention. Helps focus memory on them.
That looks like a fun, little exercise, I have to say. Love what you came up with.
That was neat!
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