I follow Kim Douillard’s blog. She posts a weekly photo challenge. Last week’s challenge was “Path.” To me, her post was poetic, so I took words and lines and created a found poem.
Path
a found poem from Thinking through my LensThe snail’s wet trail caught my eye.
I remember Emerson’s words–
go where there is no path
and leave a trail.I find the sculpture;
Its path formed of trash
her artistic eye transformed
into beauty.My own path
ebbs and flows like the tides.
I follow moments of sunshine
to clouds echoing the waves.Seabirds above
follow an invisible path.
In the sky, agile pelicans
intersect the line of a hang gliderCausing me to wonder
what magical paths
await if we are willing
to look.
–Margaret Simon