MY MODERNIST POETRY

OBJECT

Shoelaces

Twirling through the abyss into a sole of dirt and darkness. Some don’t know, and others know all. Crisscross, crisscross, crisscrosses of color overtaking other’s boundaries.
Worn, torn, with so many memories and so many miles ahead, a savior of pain originates.

Experiment: Backwards
Originates pain of savior ahead so many and with torn and worn memories.
Boundaries of other’s overtaking color of crisscrosses, crisscrosses, crisscross.
All know others know don’t some.
Darkness and dirt of sole into a abyss through the twirling.

FOOD

Layers of Lasagna

Down the curving, concrete yellow road. Layering of pastors creature both solid and liquid. Red is Yellow, Yellow becomes red. Then there is light. It finally goes limp but the remainder still dashes away. Comfort.

Experiment: New Poem with First and Last word
Down Concrete
Yellow Layering
Of Solid

And Red
Is Yellow
Becomes Then

There IT
Finally Limp
But still

Dashes Comfort

ROOM

Kitchen

Many personalities come and go, but none seem to stay. Cravings, mice, and sounds; always an extension of happiness that no one can explain, like peanut butter or a hug. What was once desired, is unwanted and unappreciated. Tick Tock, tick tock, hand after hand, It doesn’t matter. The only surprise is no surprise.

Experiment: Insert into another Poem
“Camomile Tea” by Katherine Mansfield

Outside the sky is light with stars;
Many personalities come and go, but none seem to stay,
There's a hollow roaring from the sea.
Cravings, mice, and sounds;
And, alas! for the little almond flowers,
Always an extension of happiness that no one can explain, like peanut butter or a hug
The wind is shaking the almond tree.
Tick tock, tick tock, hand after hand, it doesn’t matter,
The only surprise is no surprise.