This is a collage poem, part of a recent group I wrote. This one built itself from the phrase “lunch hour”. That’s something I like about doing poems from phrases and sentences and words from other sources – I limit the pages I choose from and I cut out what appeals to me, no idea of how or where it could fit. Ideas assemble around them, given the materials I am working with. I search within the items I have selected; once in a while I’ll add from outside the group, but not too often – to me, part of the process is working with what I’ve got in front of me.
I have likened it to my collage art work – I use what’s there and don’t look for more. Paring down the universe of choices makes for some interesting thoughts and decisions, and I go in directions I would not have anticipated when I started.
Then when I think the pages are all used up, I paste the remnants into art collage work and get a few more fresh pages ready for the next round.
There is no end to the pleasure in working this way, I think.
I’ll Just Be Skipping Along
news has just come
But I was careful
anything goes wrong
I advise you not to talk
and you will find that
I will take
my lunch hour