An erasure poem from Leslie Williamson’s Modern Originals, p. 7-8
You have found true meaning with these lines. Pure and concise and beautiful!
Thank you so much, my fellow Pilgrim!
If only I could find the way :)
Follow the arrow wherever you see it.
So true!
Paint some if there is none around!
Every poem you write is an arrow marking your direction along the way, a cairn of stones raised to say “I was here.”
Carry on
Add a stone
If you have none
Remember
Not all is lost
You already have!
So much in this pregnant, short piece. Love it!
A few words, a long way...
Toss the clock.
Bells ring,
Play our song.
Once more
For old times sake.
Tick-tock,
Cuckoos sing
For heaven’s sake.
Bang the gong,
Pray for encore.
times ticking… — I feel that! :)
Pay no heed :)
Always dismayed and forever faithful :)
And I forever thankful 🙏
Ohhhh, very provocative.
You have found true meaning with these lines. Pure and concise and beautiful!
Thank you so much, my fellow Pilgrim!
If only I could find the way :)
Follow the arrow wherever you see it.
So true!
Paint some if there is none around!
Every poem you write is an arrow marking your direction along the way, a cairn of stones raised to say “I was here.”
Carry on
Add a stone
If you have none
Remember
Not all is lost
You already have!
So much in this pregnant, short piece. Love it!
A few words, a long way...
Toss the clock.
Bells ring,
Play our song.
Once more
For old times sake.
Tick-tock,
Cuckoos sing
For heaven’s sake.
Bang the gong,
Pray for encore.
times ticking… — I feel that! :)
Pay no heed :)
Always dismayed and forever faithful :)
And I forever thankful 🙏
Ohhhh, very provocative.