Last week I read my teacher-blogger-writer-friend Molly Hogan’s Slice of Life post. It touched the poet in me. Molly wakes early and goes on photography quests. When we’re lucky, she takes us along on her Facebook posts or blog. Last week she wrote this post entitled A Generous Morning.
Inspired, I copied her words into a found poem. Her generous morning became my generous morning. That’s how it works with creativity; it’s all big magic.
a found poem by Margaret Simon using Molly Hogan’s words.
A Generous Morning
Lightening sky in the east
as surely as
the birds were migrating south,
I missed the swallows.
The sky seemed lonely.
Then a couple of swallows
dart and dive through the air currents,
and a bird approaching in the distance-
a heron
Sun rose higher, lit the mist.
Cedar waxwings flittered.
I watched it all,
the generosity of morning.
Reflections on the Teche 
Thank you for your beautiful found poem and for sending me to Molly’s post, too!
Molly captured a beautiful morning, Margaret and you found such quieting inspiration in her words. I love what you did with Molly’s thoughts. Sparks of creativity are flying at your slice today.
A beautiful found poem. Together, you and Molly fill my weeks with beauty. I especially like the choice you made to have “a heron” occupy its own line.
What a beautiful poem you built off of Molly’s photo!
I love the sound of the line, “Cedar waxwings flittered.”
It never ceases to amaze me at the efficiency of poetry; you have captured a rare sense of the world and reminded me of the grand but small pleasures which can be enjoyed if only we take time. Thank you for a lovely slice!
Found poems fascinate me! Thanks for adding to the pot of “Big Magic”!