I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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12 October 2016

Out Early with Dragon

We walked through before,
needed NOW.

There was dancing.
We smiled bitter sugar.

A long time
in the already ...

couldn’t stay always.
Great pangs ripped me.

I don’t give tempting;
I discover will.

An experiment with erasure, using today's 'morning pages' (which, in full, were fairly banal). 
I have tried to suggest meaning where actually there is none.  


  1. The end result of your erasure is most intriguing.

  2. Interesting, i dont know anything of 'Erasure', i will read up about it

    much love...

  3. Very good pieces... smiled bitter sugar, what a wonderful sentence.

  4. Wow! Admired every line, however they were obtained. Since I am in a dry spell, I should try an erasure poem and see what it tells me.

    1. This one, as I said, came from a source that was rather banal, e.g. Dragon is simply the name of a local café. But after I'd made it, it spoke to me about an old love. :)

    2. And the word 'ripped' was 'tripped' in the original. You can erase parts of words too. (Grin.)

  5. awesome erasure work!
    really enjoyed the images.