If you can find the hovering poem in my rough drafts, here on my website, I’ll write a personalized poem just for you. Like Nabokov, you must cast your butterfly net for stray lines and metaphors before they escape their ink-spun cocoons of scribbles and fly away! There are so many fluttering above the thumbnails….
{Update: You need to be on a computer – not a phone – to solve the hovering poem riddle}
So:
1. Find the poem on the page – must be the whole poem, in the right order.
2. Paste it into my comments below (here on my blog)
3. If you get it right, I’ll contact you and you can tell me what you’d like included in your personalized poem!
Little thoughts in boxes
Intractable,
fill me with words.
A million syllables singing boldly,
thrumming a song,
in fits and starts- stumbling, stuttering.
Think of the exclamation point
whittling away at the heart of a word unspoken.
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Wonderful, Amelie! I was wondering if anyone would find the little wings of words hovering above the underbrush of the rough poems. Usually “cento” poems are poems that borrow lines from other poets and rearrange them to create a new piece. I'm wondering if it's still a cento if each line is stolen from lines of my own poems? Cento comes from “cloak” in Latin the Roman soldiers apparently patched little bits of fabric and leather together to create cloaks. My poem stitches together the ragged bits of old efforts. So it's a cento but now it's also a found poem, thanks to you. I was afraid it'd remain lost. Email me a few things about yourself and I'll pen you a poem. PS: your name is one of my favorite movies. I imagine a cloud shaped like a rabbit floating above your house.
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Little thoughts in boxes
intractable
fill me with words.
A million syllables singing boldly,
thrumming a song
in fits and starts-
stumbling, stuttering.
Think of the exclamation point
whittling away at the heart of a word
unspoken.
How beautiful.
( Can I gently say that I did find this poem myself without help from above, by which I do not mean heavenly help, but merely help from the cloud capped box above. )
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“Hover” haha! Little thoughts in boxes Intractable, fill me with words.A million syllables singing boldly,thrumming a song,in fits and starts- stumbling, stuttering.
Think of the exclamation point whittling away at the heart of a word unspoken.
I hope enough people see this on a desktop – so that they can understand the riddle. I sure enjoyed it!
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@Judy2011 I'm so glad you enjoyed the riddle and that you picked up on the 'hover' hint. Thankfully you happened to be at your computer so you could hover with the butterflies. Please email me to let me know what you'd like me to write about (anecdotes, details, preferences, etc) and I'll get working on your poem tomorrow!
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@Anonymous, that's hilarious! Although, a couple of friends just told me that readers probably *will* need help from above (the heavenly variety) because my directions weren't specific enough. But you persevered so all is not lost. I'll write your poem on a butterfly wing just because you said my patchwork poem is beautiful. There must be a way to email butterfly wings. Contact me with your favorite words, poets, songs, your latest dream – anything you want spun into a poem.
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A poem written on a butterfly wing is the most wondrous wisp of gossamer imaginable. I would be honoured to receive such a gift. Thankyou.
My favourite word is Crimson Lake and my favourite poet is William Blake.
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