Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Cento for NWCU

You are young, so young,
I can walk through lonely aisles
Always finding what I want in you.
The words aren’t right.
They never could be.
I held you too tight
And you slipped through my hands.
I poured myself into you.

Stroll with me in green -
Hard rain falls
Our twilight spins
Lost in constellation.
The fire whispers
Background jazz.
Pasts forgotten
I kiss you in your sleep.
Bright stars dimmer in the cold.

Prompt from Wednesday Wake-Up Call 26.12.12 Collage to Close the Year. We were challenged to create a work from other works throughout the year.  I chose to write a cento from my two collections, Night Poems and Haiku in the Night.


  1. Wow Ben..what a wonderful collage of words from your own work. So beautiful!!

    1. Thank you so much, Susie. I always feel honored when you like my poems.

  2. Lovely words Ben! Thank you for being up for the challenge. :-)

  3. This sounds like music rather than poetry. Good example of both!

    1. Thanks, Heather! I often think of music and poetry as one in the same.

  4. So Beautiful Ben... "stroll with me in green" ..... ahhhhh

  5. When the cento uses lines from the same poet, especially yourself, it flows seamlessly.


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