Magnetic Poetry

Here are a couple of poems written in that fabulous structure provided by Magnetic Poetry. What a process! There you are, looking for the next word and losing your train of thought and finding yourself going down a road you never knew existed before. Then, dropping the little piece of word and digging it out of the cracks in the floor below you. You get stuck, because you can’t find the word you just know is going to make the poem catch fire, but you’re forced, by this necessity, to find another way. This is a great way to stretch your brain and search your heart. Imagine the words below in that stuttered script, each word separate from the next, as if it’s a ransom note. Don’t let that scare you. They only want your attention.

Man
What can I say
Grammar is a light in the language we live
But how can you feel the dance
And
See the sky as a precious orchestra
Without giving it all up
And
Writing from your heart
Always imagining a game with no death
A sweet dream of life and love
Letting our voices shine
A ferocious and matchless gift

. . . .

Having manacled life and beauty
Old monkeys make us their obedient servants
Curse our kind hearts
Devour our places of grace
Crush the wild water
Kill rob sacrifice those who
Desire the better
Long for an end to secrets
And then they laugh as they embrace the dead
And
Throw away the universe