Like the shopworn self-satisfied serial killer of detective shows, I return to the scene of the crime any time I post a poem. Usually the poems have disappeared from where I left them. Once in a while they hang around for a few weeks, and sometimes they find new hiding spots, as if they are protecting themselves from a culling.
A few days ago I taped “When the Giving is All We Have” to an albizia tree. I figured it would blow away into the dried-up fish farm nearby. Instead it made its way to a hidey-hole of tree roots.
Hope someone finds it before the ink fades.
A second poem has also survived. Three weeks ago (three weeks!) I taped an excerpt from “A Married State” to a fence. It fell to the ground, lost body parts, but is still recognizable. Hang in there, poem! Don’t give up.
Happy Easter, Happy Passover to all!
Really cool idea. . . inspiring me to try something like that. . .
Thank you for pointing out the resilience of good poems.
I love your efforts, and reading the poems you post. During this quarentine, I see so many different people walking around my neighborhood that I decided to post some poems outside too. Will be doing that tomorrow. I am going to post “Rain” by Raymond Carver. Thanks for the inspiration.🌧🌧🌧
So glad to hear this, Christine! I’m getting ready to announce a group project to celebrate 10 years of Poem-Elfing….look for announcement next week. Maybe you’ll contribute your pictures and comments!