There are so many ways
to
capsize, swept
across the
dark stone,
the
thick moss of
the
past, teetering
decades
overcast
with
the cold
country
of
over-
extending,
writing about that
white wall of
dying,
your life
unspooling—
a pulled thread from the tangle of
time,
a
heap of memories.
~ An erasure of Rebecca Solnit’s essays, The Faraway Nearby, pg. 143-4
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I am always amazed at the ideas that can come out so powerfully with erasure poems. This is a prime example!
Thank you, Eric.
Oh!!! Ymmmmm 😋
Yummy yum karen.
I like this one a lot.
Thank you, Coleman.
Karen, wow! This is phenomenal. You find such rich detail for us to enjoy. So excited fo keep reading these!
Thank you, H.A.
Karen, there are so many ways to love your poems. Sorry I could not make your reading in Lexington! Heard it was a good one!
I like the way the title leads me into the poem – and then there are so many lush lines to enjoy throughout the poem.
Find brand new poems within some of these words is genius work –at least it is when you it!
Another beautiful one! I especially love the last few lines.
So many great lines here! I love how you excavate them, especially “the/thick moss/of/the/past”