I took a brief pause in posting my poems so I thought I would pick up where I left off.
This poem is different in that the content was taken from random words that popped out at me from different magazine articles. My assignment was to randomly cut out words without thinking about how they would fit into my poem before it was written. This is why it is called a 'cut-up' poem.
Eye of the Beholder
A ‘Cut-Up’ Poem by Elizabeth Lancaster
“Tick-Tock”
Beauty in a
bottle leaks
Creeping through
open cracks
Falling
Like a
strange, slow snow
Sprinkled in
the shadows
By a giant
hurricane…a gift
“Tick-Tock”
Eyes peer -
lingering in those shadows
In the safety
of the shadows
In the
beauty of the shadows
“Behold the
Beauty,
Brilliant
Eyes!”
What are
eyes made of, that they should see this gift?
The gift of
beauty
The beauty
in the pockets of the shadows.
“Tick-Tock”
Depressed
eyes look, but do not see
Like
chopsticks grasping at Chamomile tea
They beg
their lids “open, please” – they refuse
“Behold the
Beauty,
Bulging
Eyes!”
Tick-tock
goes the clock
The clock is
their enemy
Like a rock
they do not move
The beauty
will fade
They will
not see
The beauty
inspired by the shadows
Their only
hope – the timer
The timer,
broken.
