Words From An Erasure Poem 2
Ignorant, unimaginative consolation.
He held his tongue. Pain
was unaided.
His memory made her cry.
She despised his unawareness with fire.
“I blame you.”
The bed stood patient.
Ignorant, unimaginative consolation.
He held his tongue. Pain
was unaided.
His memory made her cry.
She despised his unawareness with fire.
“I blame you.”
The bed stood patient.
I like the way you did this. So often I see erasure poems made to look like an erasure with the black and then the white part that was left but I like this better. Sometimes I even wonder if it is necessary to call it an erasure poem but I guess that depends since you are using actual phrases (as opposed to individual words) I guess you need to.
Thank you! I wrote this from an erasure poem I made with the blackout etc, but I too like this format more.