A List of Foolish Things to Say 05
Missed Connections in the City of San Francisco
Your absence…
a purse
bespoke of endless
knot embroidery
Worn thin…
to fray
and burst from my fond
heart’s compounding
Her Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
This poem of the day caught my eye because I think it was created using random (or perhaps predetermined) snippets of text from other sources. A game of sorts where the words are puzzle pieces to maneuver into a natural order. Could be fun, don’t you think? Of course, my hypothesis about how this piece was generated could be totally wrong – but that’s ok. It’s still a good read.