Tuesday, 30 April 2013

#21 - Erasure


For this poem I used the 'erasure' prompt from NaPo. Can you guess which poem I used? 

Erasure

Breeding lilacs, mixing
Memory with spring rain.
Covering life with
A shower of sunlight
And coffee.
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.   
       
Hyacinths
Speak, and knew nothing. 
Light, silence.  
 
Cold pearls I do not find  
Under the fog 
In your garden.



Poem used: 'The Wasteland' by T.S. Eliot. 

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