When you came with white rabbits in your arms,
not for greater gifts of genius,
the wispy, the lightly lifted or stirring threads of existence.
I’ve learned everything is falling outward –
Quickening for the land and sea,
Drawing contours, shapes, and lines.
Shining nowhere, but in the dark
watching illumination upon illumination,
plunging and lifting, the grain spilling back.
Another circle is growing in the expanding ring –
and vanished into where they seemed to start
They are the future of us all.
This Cento was composed using lines from the following poets.
Rita Dove, Frances Ellen Watkins Harper, Christopher Buckley, Gail Wronsky,Stephen Edgar, Henry Vaughn, Robert King, Barbara Howes, Tami Haaland, Dylan Thomas, May Sarton, Seamus Heaney
This is great! I’d not heard of the Cento and it seems to be a form well worth playing with, thank you.
Yes! The Cento is fun and challenging. Plus you read more poems! Thanks for the feedback.