The prompt:
Compose a poem using unintentional lines of iambic pentameter found in your newspaper.
The process:
Well, I just went through all my favorite sections of the paper..Travel, Arts, Ideas and the front page and started skimming and counting. I pulled several quotes from several articles...I may have used a few titles because they were the best pentameter. I read some weird articles too like one on traffic. Wow...
The result:
Portrait of a city in taxi rides
Morning has broken, like the first morning.Until recently, there was a problem
There was no one to dive into it
But such a technique has been elusive
At the risk of sounding like a dingbatter
A 24-hour city, we are not.
The clump of marsh was still mesmerizing
Last April I returned to the same spot
Echoes of the past rescued from silence
There have been many gains since the genocide.
Several articles from Sections A, K,N,M. The Boston Globe. 6 April 2014. Print.
Powers, Martine. “Portrait of a city in taxi rides." The Boston Globe. K1-K4. 6 April 2014. Print.
1 comment:
Wow, ending the poem on the word genocide was striking. I enjoyed reading this piece!
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