#21 - Erasure21:40
For this poem I used the 'erasure' prompt from NaPo. Can you guess which poem I used?
Breeding lilacs, mixing
Memory with spring rain.
Covering life with
A shower of sunlight
Children out on a sled, frightened
In the mountains.
You cannot say where the sun beats the dry stone.
There is something different from
Your shadow at morning
Or at evening, rising in a handful of dust.
Speak, and knew nothing.
Cold pearls I do not find
Under the fog
In your garden.
Poem used: 'The Wasteland' by T.S. Eliot.