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| Finding Home |
you kissed
my heart
and I
was home
A note on form: Blackout poetry...Erasure poetry...Redacted poetry...by whatever name you wish to call it.... The above construction is formed by taking an already existing piece of work (whether from a book or newspaper or any other written entity) and removing words until you are left with something that hopefully makes sense.
About this series: My goal is to challenge myself to unearth some semblance of sense through the use of blackout/erasure poetry.
Attribution: Blackout Poetry unearthed from a page in Erin Kelly’s novel, The Poison Tree.
6 comments:
smiles....very cool...
kissing the heart
would def bring you home..
Simple, concise and perfect.
Wonderful image here--such a feeling of warmth and love.
That's perfect.. I have to try this once. I remember one blogger I came across where poets used the same page to create different poetry... hmm that might be nice..
home is where heart is:)
Oh, that says it all! I agree 100% with the idea. Smiles.
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