August Poem

Found Sonnet

by Nancy Harb Almendras
(DA Germany)

“The world is too much with us,” notes Wordsworth.

“I can’t lose her; she is my life.” Twitter.

It’s O.K. “God works” at “Solid Rock Church.”

“Getting and spending” our lives we fritter

Away. “So let us go then you and I”

“It’s not too late to seek a newer world”

Even in a place where “doves cry,”

There’s hope to find an elusive pearl

“When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes”

I pick a fig from my father’s tree

So not to “suffer heaven with bootless cries”

I will not stop for death, though it will “stop for me.”

Keep on truckin’; we owe it to our heirs.

We’ll keep our heads “when all … are losing theirs”


Apologies to Dickinson, Kipling, Shakespeare, Kendricks, Eliot, Prince, Tennyson, Wordsworth, “Funniest Church Signs,” Twitter

Found poems take existing texts, refashion them, reorder them, and present them as poems.

The literary equivalent of a collage, found poetry is often made from newspaper articles, street signs, graffiti, speeches, letters, or even other poems.