and post notes and photos about your poem like Suzanne Delaney.
I wrote a series of these all from the same piece of text.Quite an interesting exercise.
You can try making an Erasures poem yourself from lots of different source texts here:
The many faces scattered here-
the sense of misery had
swollen, not unexpectedly. Sound
at the end, dreadful movements
then till the end.
The clear red-hot, mass of fire
blue, full of discomfiture-
forgotten for the almost
Pieces, trembling limbs,
burning eyes, feeling faint,
fumbled and slurred.
The thumping began again,
set-off, hoping to be able
to discover the secret at last.
Too miserable, and in a way
The air, the day.
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2018