Writing 201: Poetry is expanding my verbal acumen something serious. Today’s assignment is called a found poem. Basically, I look for phrases from random sources and make a poem. Some of this was found. That got to be tedious, so I wrote the rest of it out. My Word promp is faces. So, here it goes!!
Faces. Found Poetry. Chiasmus.
Up a stump
He had besides the things before mentioned
The power of living with daily intentions
Yet, it feels like his life continues to slump
His soul waits on the Lord
More than they that watch for the morning
Even when the soul is mourning
His hope is in God
He is the church, the church is him
The blood of Jesus washed his soul
Sweet communion makes him whole
Knowing no sin is within
A reflection of life stares at him in the cup
Reverance on his face
Is he worthy to partake?
No worries. It’s time to look up.
– Jarrod Brown