This is a "found" poem, constructed of words taken from an advanced English lesson from The Guardian's "One Stop English." It was an article about advancing car technologies.
Aging, fully automated: Travel to work Or go shopping; Take the quickest route Through lives all the same, The future always promising Something better. Still no flying cars - It will take a long time To rearrange the way This city moves, To affect change for Future generations - The first people born In the traffic of tomorrow Will pass through the system Driverless.
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Coffee, no coffee?
What does this hangover want me to do? Last night was glorious! But today, nam man mot leaw - gas is empty. Still, I dance, Sit in the sun writing, Working towards my dream of Being. Just being... Me. Me, I want water. No coffee! (Day 5 response for the August Writing Challenge. The prompt was: Coffee) She drip-dropped
In slow-mo, Like water from an icicle Falling to the snow. She rolled like honey Along the walls of Her clear, glass jar, Until she swallowed Herself whole. Hours to days, For eternities She lay In waiting for Changes she was Too afraid to face. This was written in response to the Day 4 prompt from our August 2016 Writing Challenge. The prompt was "Changing States / Transformation." |
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