Found Poem #1

This poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 39,000 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>

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BD I love how you do so much with so little. This one made me nod and smile...

du lac

oh that was good

i really admire your precision Dada

less words, more impact

and so many ways to read this one lol

I am still at the privileged stage of “finding” new (to me) poets, who are a cause for a celebration. As it happened, I landed on this series of: “Found poems”, and with no intention for playing with puns, felt like I had found a treasure.

They could be read individually of course; there is enough to chew on each. But IMO, you can get an added value by reading them together.

The allusion to “Found Object” could be read as a directive to the reader: what you find throughout the mini series here(BTW, where is #4?), I have found too out there. Pay attention; those words (their referents of course) are here for all of us; they’re not just mine. From the perspective of the dominant Romantic model (poet and creative process are at the center) this stance could be viewed as a reflection of a very humble approach. I would not necessarily bank on that take. It’s from a strong and very assertive perspective that a poet can tell us: Hey listen, that’s the REALITY that I have found. Even with what I am saying about myself, I may be referring to all of us.

I find it especially refreshing, where under the umbrella of the holiest of all values: the value of individualism and self indulgence in the expression of idiosyncrasies, someone finds interest not in navel gazing, but in looking around and reporting back to us.

Sounds like a routine family get together!!! Great job!

~Honey