Poems for Planets: Neptune



As the days roll on, here we stand. Keeping to given course and moving into the closing phase of this saga. Writing for todays post was a gentle reminder that depth is a hairs bredth away. This pursuit words allows me to step into a world wilder than I deemed true.

I refuse to break from the format my initial plan had set out of for each of the 9 planets. Looking into the form I had chosen for Neptune tested my focus and creativity.

Not too long ago I discovered a poetry style called erasure. Its a form of found poetry which involves taking a body of text that already exists and prying a new piece of work out of it, erasing words to leave only the words I wish to inclulde. There in Lies my challenge.

Ill begin by saying a few words about the planet in question today.

Neptune is the 8th planet form the sun. This distance kept it hidden from the acients until 1846. Its one of the ice giants, meaning a ball of hydrogen and other gases. Being the smallest of this family, it still has mass to it, making up for its size in density. Its a little ways off from earth, we originally worked out its positioning using mathamatical predictions, only one spacecraft has flown past neptune, so there is plenty more to be known about this planet.

Mythologically Neptune has been deemed the god of the sea. The greek God poseidon is Neptune, Neptune in the Greek god Poseidon, Trident and all. He was one of the 3 brothers (Zeus, Poseidon and Hades) who retired the titans, he ruled over the oceans. We can safely associate all things aquatic to this deity

My challenge Ivolved taking a piece of existing text to work with. I used an excerpt from “The Voyage Out” by Virginia Wolff, whittling out a poem for Neptune.  Truly an exercise in obscurity.

For those who dare to disregard convention, read on.


Neptune: Erasure



P.N I will be sharing my meditation on this Found poem on my Facebook page: TheBlissfulNomad

Writing 201, Assignment 9: Found Poetry – Highlands



The colder touches of reality have teased my time into a nuggets of scarcity. I have neglected my shared words. This post is due, this should have been shared a week ago, leaving my contributions to Writing 201 incomplete. I apologise for the silence emanating from my corner. I am here to present my latest contribution to the challenge and re-establish my voice.

The form of the day was, found poetry. Collection of words, letters, from an existing text to create a new piece. I wasn’t able to submit any of my draft ransom notes, as they could still come in handy in the future, however I made an attempt at creative a piece with a new addition to my poetic arsenal, erasure. The prompt was landscape, and using enumeration.

For this piece, I used a text entitled “Land of Little Rain” by Mary Austin.


found poetry



I was lost for ways of structuring the verse. I only truly saw it as the piece as I carved it out of the original text. Here is the Verse separate to the rest of the text.


This is nature.

There are hills,

squeezed up,

aspiring to be high in a blue haze.

Streaked with water

in the hollows of closed valleys,

levels of steep and heavy,

never quite dry,

deposits of marsh

which open to the wind

in cannon.

This country,

brackish and unwholesome,


dribbles soil where the air calms the pale sky.

Earth crys for downpours,

bursts of love.