On Friday in my class we worked on a version of found poetry. I put the lesson on my teacher blog. Here is the poem I wrote from the words I cut out on Friday. I will italicize the found words in this version of the poem. Maybe after I put it together in its “publication draft” form I will be able to take a pic and post it here.
When meeting new people
How do I begin cracking the ice?
How do I loosen my control?
Is there some secret art that
helps to supercharge full disclosure?
And, if so, do I even want to know it?
Maybe if I concentrate on
improving my focus,
If I travel the path between
proffering false praise
or being overly critical,
I just might find there is no magical way
for souls to become
familiar
with one another.
Except through time
and the real power
of honesty.
©2008-Art Belliveau
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