Whispered In The Wind

Whispered In The Wind
Just a fairy blowing in the wind, singing tales to the west wind

Saturday, August 17, 2013

Cut out words

Today my friend Josh came out to my little beach town with a film canister filled with cut out words. He helped me glue and secure lots of little poems all around, created from the words. They are now sprinkled all through town, the post office, sea walls, church, library, graveyard etc. Here are just a couple of my favorites.


(sea wall)
The cry that
anchored
old hand-carved
reflections


(newspaper box)
She began
selling 
books
expressing
her experience
fading
golden sands
howling peak
(dock)
I thought
history
remained silent
A proper girl
eyeing the
discovered
(graveyard bench)
The chaos had failed
all these choices
alive
or dying
the other speak sleep
try to


(park)
any sensible
grown 
ship
flies


shifted out of pocket


 (church arch)
A small town
already
illuminated
questions
turbulent waves

3 comments:

  1. These are wonderful Hannah! I'd be delighted if I ever found some in my town

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"I want warm summer nights, to lie in a hammock, staring at the stars, telling you stories. "

"I want warm summer nights, to lie in a hammock, staring at the stars, telling you stories. "
"When asked not to make waves, I just smiled and said, don't worry this is just a ripple"