A Cento

[maeve]

Here's a Cento that I put together a while ago. For those who may not know...a Cento is a poem created strictly from other peoples' poems. You take a line or two out of many different poems and arange them to create a new poem.

A Cento

Some nights I sleep with my dress on

In the garden of waters a spirit of stone.

The cool October night

Somewhere west of the back volcanoes.

I’ve seen people die of money.

Where the hell do these people come from?

Their fathers were surgeons and vice-presidents.

Their mothers were psychologists and counselors.

had I known how to play them

had I known how to let

them play me

A clock stitched from will,

chronologs which hours to kill

and take from seventy springs a score,

it only leaves me fifty more.

But you are inside your breathing now

as you were taught. Their faces twitch

turn red as stutterers. The astounded soul

hangs for a moment bodiless and simple

she pins her sleeve to the dead

my sleeve soaked by the automatic spray

God, I have been looking for you

[phee]

Neat!

[maeve]

Neat!

Thanks. I have other stuff that is actually my own writing and plan to post some of it probably soon. I'm still getting used to the forum right now and I'm sure it'll take a bit before I'm comfortable with how it all works. Anyway, I read your post about your daughter's story and really loved it. Kids are great, they come up with some amazing stuff sometimes.

[phee]

Thanks. I have other stuff that is actually my own writing and plan to post some of it probably soon. I'm still getting used to the forum right now and I'm sure it'll take a bit before I'm comfortable with how it all works. Anyway, I read your post about your daughter's story and really loved it. Kids are great, they come up with some amazing stuff sometimes.

Thanks!!!

[Lanaia]

Thanks!!!

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Totally AWESOME!