The book that is currently sweeping me off my feet is The Correspondent by Virginia Evans. I’ve created a found poem from words and phrases on page 132. A found poem is one that is created by using words from any existing print ~ road signs, cereal boxes, church bulletins, or other poems and books.
The Air Trembles
I remember
his
mouth moving
saying something
he
really believed
deep down
I can see him
the day he left
wearing his denim
and leather loafers
I remember
Common Threads 