Tag: visual poem

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

View this week’s assignment here!

Revised poem:

Trying to reach the wish;

Luck was gone;

Slowly

no;

It seemed unfair,

given up too much,

breaking into a mess,

everything seemed wrong;

No encouragement;

Too late.

 

For this week’s Sunday Funnies, I decided to ‘make’ a poetry out of a page from an old novel called Ishmael by Daniel Quinn.

Assignment Link

For this Sunday’s funny assignment, I used a page from Daniel Quinn’s Ishmael and created my own poem.

“The leader had been a different person.

Fancy white collar, imaginary sweetheart, married.

He’d cheated on her and he wouldn’t leave.

Empty, she made herself stiff.

This time it hadn’t been funny.

Poor, Rosa.”

 

 

Click here to view this week’s assignment!

My revised poem:

Trying to reach the wish;                                                                                                    Luck was gone;                                                                                                                     Slowly;                                                                                                                                         No;                                                                                                                                                 It seemed unfair,                                                                                                               given up too much,                                                                                                                breaking into a mess,                                                                                                          everything seemed wrong                                                                                                no encouragement;                                                                                                              Too late.

Here is my seventh Sunday Funny. The pink shapes on the sides are supposed to be painkiller pills. Hope you like it!

No

they survived,

No,

all a dream,

falls

cracked her ribs

somebody to shoot

wide wound

painkillers,

light

scream.

eyes closed.

didn’t want to hear

Here is my 7th Sunday Funny. Enjoy!

“What meaning is this? The climax of creation, man? Nothing seems unspoken. Religion, culture, jellyfish, gorillas created for man? No. No, of course not.

 

I used a page from Daniel Quinn’s Ishmael and created my own poem.

My poem:

the sound of the talking was nothing

then something changed

imagine the presence of one

speech occurred over and over

my attention possessed;

now I employed a different sound;

by small steps,

in some mysterious way,

I was truly born

as a person.

Click here to view the assignment.