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| The Wait |
time shrugs
revealing boundaries;
only love
makes the waiting
thrilling.
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. This piece is technically my second attempt at such a feat, but the start of this new plight and thus marked as Blackout Poetry #1. I have, for the fun of it, included my first attempt below.
Attribution (above): Blackout Poetry unearthed from a page in Erin Kelly’s novel, The Poison Tree.
Attribution (below): Blackout Poetry unearthed from a page in Debbie Viguié’s novel, Violet Eyes.
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| Dancing Down the Storm |
A storm--
charged with intensity
of every terrible moment--
died,
when she danced.
7 comments:
You are good at these! I love them both.
Holy smoke! This was Heavensent! Brilliant!
love def makes
the waiting thrilling...very cool
black out.
waiting for love and when that wait ends its like heaven!
Only love makes waiting thrilling... what a line.. I have never done these.. a little similar to the bookshelf poetry we did...
Very true about love, I think~
Excellent! I did an erasure poem a while back, but haven't revisited the form since. I may have to--both of yours are inspiring. Amazing what one can find buried in a page of words.
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