But Sequence ravelled out of reach like balls upon a floor.

I felt a cleaving in my mind

  As if my brain had split;

I tried to match it, seam by seam,

  But could not make them fit.

The thought behind I strove to join

  Unto the thought before,

But sequence ravelled out of reach

  Like balls upon a floor.

-Emily Dickinson  

Dada Poetry

I'm not a big fan of the Dada movement, but I do love the Dada poetry! The Dada movement was in to found art!! so what I am doing to day is "found poetry". what you want to do is get news papers, magazines, or old book ,and cut out words that you like. put them in a pile. then take a pinch of the words you cute out and lay them out. see what you get. then you can move them around the page to make it sound better if you want. they never really make any sense. but that's the fun of it!!!!
have fun with it!!

A poem that I love

Rain

I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand-
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing i just said-
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.

-Shel Silverstein