Surreal Good Times

As I’ve mentioned before, I love looking at the search engine terms that bring people to this blog. My readers use so many lovely and interesting phrases, I can’t resist turning them into another poem. If you have a blog or website, these search terms can be a source of found words for the exercise I describe in my Sandbox Challenge #6. Big thanks to you searchers for supplying me with phrases for this piece.

The only words I’ve added: I, I’m, on, my, and:

I paint love falling apart poems
on monkey writing paper,
collages with words and pictures:
black cat shadow images,
abstract gray waves,
rainbow drops on dancing hands.

I paint hair like autumn leaves,
rays of light striking metal sculptures,
hands with love writing on them.

I’m waiting for white flower movie curtains,
my joy growing.

I don’t exist, I’m just a part of your imagination.

By the way, the title of this post is another phrase that brought someone here.

Copyright @ Sandy Ackers, Strangling My Muse: Struggling to Live a Creative Life in a Stressful World, http://www.stranglingmymuse.com

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Let Your Readers Inspire You

Courtney Vail at Creative Burst picked up on my idea of crafting poetry from search engine terms used to find her blog. You can read her delicious poem here. I’d love to see more of these, if anyone’s up for a challenge.

Search Engine Poetry

As a relatively new blogger, I find it fascinating to see the search terms that lead people here.  And when I look at the list, I notice a kind of lyrical rhythm in the disparate words.  So I decided to form some of them into a poem of sorts. (Excluding a number of interesting phrases that came up in the wake of David Carradine’s death, presumably from auto-erotic asphyxiation.  That would be a different kind of poem.)

Every word and phrase drew someone to this blog.  I’ve added nothing, only arranged them.  I recommend this as a great creative exercise for other bloggers:

Muse, what have you done?  
Morning sun just coming up,
sunflower couple daydreaming sentences
in the shower with crayons.
Words written by using stones
and painted light rays.
You’ve become just another voice in my head,
strangling my heart with familiar hands.

My first baby shoe, a lively circus,
I’m a dog at a computer desk,
the daydreaming writer in a creative period,
waking up coughing like something was
strangling me,
struggling to live a creative life.
Muse, what have you done?

Copyright @ Sandy Ackers, Strangling My Muse: Struggling to Live a Creative Life in a Stressful World, http://www.stranglingmymuse.com