She looked at joy, by Britta Benson

Picture credit: Britta Benson.

I’ve only got a wee found poem for you today. I love found or blackout poetry. Especially on days like today, when I’m feeling a little under par and uninspired. Somehow, this found poem was exactly what I needed to hear. I love that about creativity.

Here’s the typed up version. Easier on the eye compared to my angry angular squiggles on the page.

She looked at joy

She looked at joy, placed her ear against it.

Still.

The silence.

She listened.

She found her key.

Everything inside was hers.

She had no one’s rules to obey.

No one’s hand to kiss.

All doubt ended.

Light assured her in absence.

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