Written for:  Miz Quickly - Day 17 - Poem on a Quilt, Part 2

"Without bringing in more words, rewrite your cento. This should be recognizably the same poem, so don’t go hog-wild. Break the lines, move a phrase of Ginsberg into a space between two lines of Blake, alter punctuation. If you need to, remove an extra word or two (but exercise restraint)."

Comes to me in daylight,
a morning glory at my window.
A butterfly.  We have to get
quiet.  Our life is a faint
tracing–a moon moving
around the barn.  We are
all mad here.  What matters
most is how well you walk
through the fire.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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