Today at college we were looking at Found Poems. Although it's not the same thing, it did remind me of a poem I once found on a pack of tissues a while ago that I was going to write on here because I think you'll all agree that it is, ahem, absolutely beautiful. Luckily I still have it, so here it is. It doesn't have a title, but the tissues are called 'Citylife':
"When the night falls,
Moon and stars,
Cars and Bars,
Beer, water, vapor,
Just like lovely smelling flowers."
Wow. Just wow. There were other colour packs (this was on a blue pack) and I wanted to see if the different colours had different poems on them. However I can't remember where I got them from and have not seen another shop that sells them. Maybe this was a message from a deity or higher being. Am I being told something? Should I give up writing altogether due to the fact I will never write anything as profoundly beautiful as this? Or am I being given the benchmark to aspire to? Or am I being told that yes, there are the Angela Carter's, the Ian McEwan's and the Salman Rushdie's in the world, writers so intimidatingly good it does kind of make me want to give up, but don't forget that utter dross also has a place in the world, so somewhere there will be a place for my writing too in the world, whether I turn out to be good or bad?
I think I'll take that latter option. Now I have to try and write a found poem of my own. If I like it, I may even put it on here for you to see.
P.S. This photo is my new favourite thing EVER!!