I am inspired by several other bloggers who posted book spine poems yesterday.
Here's my first:
Ignore Everybody
In the Land of Invented Languages
The Well of Lost Plots
Lies Sleeping
In the Mind's Eye
[Very mysterious, I think. I couldn't decide whether to punctuate after after the line or the first two lines]
Through the door
The slippery slope
Where memories lie.
A quartet in autumn;
A devil to play.
I tried briefly to see if I could make a poem with the spines of children's books. The ones we have don't seem to lend themselves to poetry however.
I am glad you tried these. You came up with two great poems. I particularly like the slippery slope of memories that waits just beyond the door. arjeha
ReplyDeleteThank you! I do enjoy these book spine poems, both writing and reading.
DeleteWow, I love both of these poems. They are provocative and leave the reading imagining the underlying subtext. I especially love "A Devil to Play" in the second poem and the opening line "Ignore Everybody" in the first poem. I love spine poetry, but I haven't written many. I'm feeling inspired right now to write one.
ReplyDeleteThank you! I find choosing the titles and arranging them into poems to be a lot of fun.
DeleteI like both is these book spine poems so much. The first could describe the world we live in, with all the “invented languages “ of conspiracies and falsehoods - we are all lost in a well. So fun to create poetry this way! Well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you! I love your interpretation.
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