the / the / shining / poeming

people only spotted vulgar the street shot a nice word, just to question it

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King, Stephen. The Shining. Anchor Books, 2013.

Process: I followed the "Shake It Up" badge prompt for this, the last found poem of April, 2026! I cheated a little bit, I did pull them out in this basic order - but I moved a couple to make "better" sentences, and stopped when it feel done, as opposed to using all the words. As an added fun layer, I asked my daughter to go through the book and cut out the words she liked. You can see in the image below that she more words than I used. I omitted one she found: "shit" :D

the abbreviat-

ed smile dry

ing on smokesignal

luck - at the last moment a

gray wave pushed up

hands clenched in

to fists - the need

to blink: a hallucinat

ion from yesterday s moment

ary no

thing

(it happens to all of us, sooner or later)

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King, Stephen. The Shining. Anchor Books, 2013.

the moon / and his pent-up breath / would be the last / damn thing there

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King, Stephen. The Shining. Anchor Books, 2013.

sometimes you taste pain, and death, and tears - and some times, for no reason at all, part of the story is lousy with glistening, rainbow colored after- noon sun

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King, Stephen. The Shining. Anchor Books, 2013.

hot sunshine lay

on them, and suddenly

wondered: how the shining

rolling hips, with fire and

problems… need three days

off, for death in

a historical sense

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King, Stephen. The Shining. Anchor Books, 2013.

something about time

leaning forward, left

no words at all

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King, Stephen. The Shining. Anchor Books, 2013.

REDRUM

stricken, drunken / the look of angry consideration / lifted up and - only, nothing / what a moment-! / of backward feeling / a glance way down / in the mirror… / show me, again

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King, Stephen. The Shining. Anchor Books, 2013.

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In honor of Shakespeare’s birthday/deathday… I dedicate this to Mary Sidney, the Countess of Pembroke. IYKYK.

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Shakespeare, smiling, said:

Oh, you ought to see

what I didn’t write

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King, Stephen. The Shining. Anchor Books, 2013.

the cold spill of light did give a far-off darkness / something

is in here with me / stopped in a gasp

maybe, the corpse of some thought / crawling, grinning

forever

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King, Stephen. The Shining. Anchor Books, 2013.

thought

was to blame

that

was the really horrible thing

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King, Stephen. The Shining. Anchor Books, 2013.

he could only watch: as casual as winter

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King, Stephen. The Shining. Anchor Books, 2013.

an octopus whirling up into the sky concentrated on getting out

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King, Stephen. The Shining. Anchor Books, 2013.

screams pant and gasp echo and re-echo heavy-bodied and real: only shimmering, and placental

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King, Stephen. The Shining. Anchor Books, 2013.

Process: I employed the Pick and Mix badge prompt for this found poem, using words and phrases on pages 621-622 of the novel.

temper broke through the charade of normality: generations echo - through a breath and a gaze

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King, Stephen. The Shining. Anchor Books, 2013.

darkness (and hallways) wandering through darkness (and hallways) that lay within dreams (and hallway s) death and darkness (and hallway s) and nothing - but daddy's eyes

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King, Stephen. The Shining. Anchor Books, 2013.

a long promise / and the faintest hope

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King, Stephen. The Shining. Anchor Books, 2013.

her breath escaped - pausing to glance into the gleaming December moment

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King, Stephen. The Shining. Anchor Books, 2013.