#poem exercise

I am...chaos...and calm. I wonder...how people can stay so eternally closed off... I hear...music lilting beneath the breezes. I see...colors melding in multi-hues I want to...love and be loved freely... I am...chaos and...calm.

I pretend to be...stronger than I ever am. I feel...lost more than found. I touch...senses in others every day. I worry...anyone will ever lovingly touch mine. I cry...for all the ways the world is cruel. I am...chaos...and...calm.

So I go this writing camp in the summer, that is at one of the colleges that is close by to my house, where I learn all sorts of cool writing techniques and what not. One of the exercises that my teacher one day gave me was to reconstruct a poem from lines from another poems. Here is "my own" poem that I have constructed using other poem lines.   

Let us watch 

by orchards that smell 

Grew, withered, and sprouted again.

Beneath the rain of drums

The flute's black stalk 

Let us speak of love and weather 

Don;t let it frighten you 

Subtracting nothing 

Among the unbounded elements 

Hush. There is time for that. 

Do not look at me yet. Your face is flushed.

each naked limb making itself accessible 

fill with snow, how they spread themselves,

your eyes too love-soaked, too blue.