Author’s Note: This poem was supposed to post yesterday, April 12, but my blog somehow ate it.
Today’s prompt from the NaPoWriMo site is to write an index poem. I didn’t do that. Instead, I did what I think of as a modern technological equivalent:
A Google Search poem.
I chose several words, arranged them in the order I wanted, and entered them one-by-one into the Google search bar (technically, each search was the word followed by “is”). Google offered up between three and five auto-suggestions to complete each search. I limited myself to use a maximum of three of these suggestions per search term, in the order they appeared. Eh, voilà! A poem.
Google Search Poem
Love is an open door,
the name,
a patient quote.
Hate is a strong word,
taught,
baggage.
Joy is based on,
like the rain,
a choice.
Sorrow is a woman,
shared is halved,
dead art.
Hope is the thing with feathers,
all well,
not a strategy.
Despair is the new hope,
swept away.
Comfort is a beautiful place,
the enemy of achievement.
Fear is the mind killer,
wisdom in the face of danger,
not of God.
Life is good,
strange,
beautiful.
Death is nothing at all,
not the end,
inevitable.
John the Librarian 