These are original poems, but I didn't write them. I just cut words out of magazines, newspapers, junk mail, and save them. Then I start arranging them on a page until I sumble upone something I like. Amazingly there are themes and threads that come from my subconsious mind while I'm cutting out words. I wish I had a better pair of scissors. http://chickollage.blogspot.com/2007/04/365-collage-poetry-challenge-day-6.html
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Embrace Fearlessness
Labels:
change,
collage poem,
collage poet,
depression,
god,
labels,
learn to love,
Life,
love,
poetry,
ransom poem,
saving the world,
scrapbook poetry,
self esteem,
self image,
tex norman,
the ordeal of change,
word art
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