Thursday, January 13, 2011
THIS IS AN ERASURE POEM. I got the idea from Poets and Writers Magazine. Take a page or two out of a magazine or newspaper, underline words or phrases that appeal to you. They say to erase, white-out the rest, but for me underlining did just fine. Construct a poem with the chosen words. This leads me to believe that writing is a lot easier today than it was yesterday.
Cold water pouring down my throat,
drink, with the sun coming up,
before despair tries to become the daily habit,
cross my legs, brush aside the dream,
still almost clear.
Look at the clock,
an easy ritual for morning,
catch myself in a laugh,
was there something funny in the dream?
Mother, you served me some bread,
didn't know that was
I'll take the crumbs and butter
into my day,
till I lie down,
sometimes sleep again,
before the clock wakes me
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