Faces (a found poem)

100 words about faces; found poem; Tintern Abbey
Tintern Abbey earlier today.
(c) 2015, Sonya

I want to talk to you

But my face… my ugly crying face.

This is how I feel tonight, no joke,

It’s my porcelain doll face,

It’s stuck like this.

I learnt how to make a smiley face on my own, look at this bright beautiful golden tint. That’s what I call talent!

I can’t stop my face from showing what I’m thinking. Pisces cannot hide how they feel. Though they may try, the truth is written all over their face.

Make your expression a welcoming gift: avoid dour ‘screen face’ from staring down at your phone.

Talk to me.


This is a found poem. I tried to do something with the Tintern Abbey leaflets I picked up, but there wasn’t enough stuff in there I could use to cobble together one hundred words. So I went on Twitter instead and searched for face, copied a lot of tweets and then rearranged the words and chopped most of them off.

It’s a weird one, but I like it.

Oh, just so you know, I am in full holiday mode now, so it may take some for me to reply to comments. I’ll get round to it, promise!