Sometimes when I’m reading a book, I find a poem on the page. It’s addictive, and I can’t help myself – – I’ll circle the words and create a found poem. And yes, I do this directly in the book, and I write the poem on the page. If I place it into a Little Free Library or pass it along, another reader will stumble across a poem in all that prose – – and maybe it will bring a smile. I used to get in trouble for writing in books all the time when I was little, once writing my name in red crayon on the covers of all of them, and the badassery of writing in books has never left me.
Here is one from page 88 of The Ferryman and His Wife by Frode Grytten, translated by Alison McCullough.
Visions
past
the open windows
the astonishing visions
open through the landscape
Common Threads 
I want to hug you for the permission to write in books. How is it I never thought about the next reader and how a found poem would be a gift? I’ve always been a rule follower. My father never read a book without a pencil in his hand. He wasn’t tuned to poetry, though. Thanks for this lovely found poem.
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Thank you, Margaret! You inspired me today to go and get travel stickers for travel poetry postcards – – I love seeing you and the Inklings challenging all of us and inviting us to follow the lead and do some writing using your examples from the time you spent together writing.
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Love that badassery, Kim.
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Thank you, Denise!
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