This is my first found poem. Many thanks to DJ for introducing me to this form of poetry and encouraging me to give it a try. It’s fun and addicting! 🙂
You’ll find yourself alone
in a photograph
older than dusk
It’s taken me this long to try Found Poems because I have a hard time marking in books, even reference books.
To conquer that, I went to the thrift store and bought an old Reader’s Digest compilation. The page I used here is from the novel “Icon” by Frederick Forsyth.
To find my poem, I made a few practice copies of the page, took the lid off my yellow highlighter, and colored the words that caught my eye.
I intended to black out the rest of the words or doodle over them but discovered I’d left my pen set at home.
To get the image above, I photographed the finished poem and used Pixlr-O-Matic to give it tint and a frame. The original photo is at the end of this page.
Other found poems from this page include:
Find a boy
Contemplate his face
Photograph his hell
The sun rose
Pleasure rose too
Pity not the deepening day