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I wonder

“Ring out the thousand years of old. Ring in the thousand years of peace.” -Alfredo Lord Tennyson

I should have sketched their faces

when nothing else but a perfect conformity existed

I should have written down somewhere

the wisdom of their words

I should have listened more intently and mindfully

to their humorous quips

I wonder what else I may have missed

I never asked how they met

I wonder about their childhood dreams

Were they fulfilled or deferred?

I should have memorized

the contours of their faces

and the soft lines

that defined their hard work.

I wonder if they feared

leaving me behind to wonder.

I wonder.

I wonder.

A series of found poems

During the month of November I will post in a series some found poems. Found poems are poems that build a collage of meaning thoughts taken or borrowed from other poems, prose, magazine articles, newspaper headlines, love letters and other sources. It is the careful restructuring of different works into a new poem. I decided I would use poems and other good reads I find right here at WordPress including re-framing some of my own poems into a new-found poem.

According to the Academy of American Poets “A pure found poem consists exclusively of outside texts: the words of the poem remain as they were found, with few additions or omissions.”

I will acknowledge the blogs or poems from which I selected verses or lines for my found poems. I will also set up a challenge for my Found Poem day. If you have a found poem you would like to share with me at MelbaChristieatPoemattic.com, please copy it on in comments and I will publish it on November 30, 2016.

In the meantime, here is a preview of one of my found poems. Please send me your feedback. Also I want to thank my followers for their continued support and especially for getting a copy of my new coloring book The Secret Life of Mandalas available through Amazon.com


     My Poem Hunt

I went hunting for a poem to love myself again

(Many years ago I learned

a poem can be a true friend)

I searched my notebooks in the attic and this is what I found:

 A poem recited so many times by me

by Maya A.

filled of thoughts so profound

my heart simply hit the ground.

You may write me down in history

Just like moons and like suns,

with the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I rise.

The poem I found inspired me

to rise above it all

I will not let anything get me down

Nothing at all.

I now know and believe

That even the sound of my name

brings forth my heritage

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave

I rise!

I am their courage

I rise!

I am their sacrifice

I rise!

The poem I found in my attic today

made me proud

I rise!

My found poem includes excerpts From And Still I Rise by Maya Angelou. Copyright © 1978 by Maya Angelou



Poemattic Becomes Bilingual in 2016

This decision is not linked to a New Year’s resolution because I do not believe in making resolutions. The other day, coincidently at the beginning of this year, I was thinking about the fact that I am totally bilingual and that I write poems and stories in Spanish. Some pieces are direct translations but many I originally wrote in Spanish. I found a few in notebooks I had stored away in the attic. As I read through the notebook I thought about my mom and dad. They were so proud of their heritage and native language. I know my dad must have been smiling from heaven. Thus, I  decided to include a poem written in Spanish every month.  I hope that you will spread the word. I will include a translation as well.

In the meantime, I have been painting, sketching and drawing to accompany some of my poems. I hope you are all having a wonderful new year thus far. Happy blogging And creating.




There are all kinds of learning

but no better lesson

exists than

rediscovering yourself

through the lens of a child

with a deep understanding

and the innate ability

to identify one’s roots and heritage

 in someone else.

A unique connection is made

and the best part is that

it came about

not because of a stereotype or bias

but by a deep feeling of pride.