the little poems on my pendants

In the midst of all the bunny poop and making stuff, I also write poetry. But lately it’s been more a matter of “extracting” poetry than writing it. I can’t look at words anymore without seeing little poems. They’re everywhere I look, books, signs, cereal boxes, and they just jump out at me off the page. With all the words already written, it almost seems wasteful or frivolous to write more, and this has kept me in a sort of block for a while now. But I’m obsessed with finding the poems in existing texts. Sometimes it’s a seemingly random block of text which evokes strong images not present in the actual words. In this way they remind me of language poems. Sometimes it’s a single line which captures a thought I’ve had that I never would have framed in exactly those words, often brilliant in their cropped and unconventional wording. My “a quarter in little leeway not late, but” pendant is an example of this type of found poem (that one pretty well describes how I do most things. Except when I’m actually late :)). And sometimes it’s just a word or a snippet of a word, unspectacular in itself, but which compliments exactly the feeling I was trying to evoke in a particular pendant. As the tag line in an old abandoned blog of mine read, “Every word is a poem. Speak carefully.”