I thought this an interesting way to create poetic images.
My poetry teacher Sam Taylor at Wichita State University suggested writing surrealistic verses in the style of Spanish poet and writer, Federico García Lorca. After all, all art is derivative. Then, we were to pick three contemporary magazines and cut lines that were appealing. Put the lines in a pile, organize them in some semblance of order, add a couple of derivative lines suggested by Lorca and voila, a poem. Or should I say, ¡Ya está!
The words “Spartacus” and “call me” jumped out at me and I was off and running.
Here is the result:
Spartacus call me, I am at home
And gods be thanked the kids are in bed
Spartacus, I am sorry for what I said, so call me
But not by videophone
In fact, it’s best to text
Let us speak in silence
I dreamed last night
The sky was cosmic black
And trailing stars in violet-blue
Below, the world was mountains, lakes, and birds
I dreamed of white egrets rising from the water
Carrying in their hungry mouths ten thousand pearls
Each pearl became a fish yearning to be free
I dreamed last night of love
But love like time cannot outlast the hourglass
And tomorrow when we wake
It’s blood and sand and sea