Surrounded By Roses: The Poeming

Erasure Poems of V.C. Andrews' Flowers In The Attic by Catherine Garbinsky

[surroundedbyroses]

their faces

were

kind

they

keep eating

roses

and

citrus

peaches and grapes

[surroundedbyroses]

fat

and 

wonderful

she

seems like

God

[surroundedbyroses]

she

settled into

night

curled around

silence

[surroundedbyroses]

in laughter

she 

found her own

music

[surroundedbyroses]

look

to

the impossible

we become

something

fascinating

[surroundedbyroses]

Hold on to

happy

thoughts

love

Yes, yes

love

love

[surroundedbyroses]

I held a glass

to her lips

liquid sunshine

the morning

made her

own plans

[surroundedbyroses]

our

hopes

have grown

into

a little hill of

happiness

[surroundedbyroses]

in 

the 

morning

I

held

glass

apples

as they began

to grow

green

[surroundedbyroses]

rejoice

And

fly

[surroundedbyroses]

I was

the dense piney woods a

starry moonlit night

in my bones

[surroundedbyroses]

trust

the 

morning the thoughts of

peace

and

flowers

dancing

[surroundedbyroses]

we

survive

we

will live

day by day

believing in

morning

[surroundedbyroses]

God

was

Outside

in the

summertime

whispering

to

the

days

will you

play

?

[surroundedbyroses]

morning sun

cheer us

November

fire

long

and

bright

[surroundedbyroses]

we

say prayers

with

powdered-sugar doughnut

eyes

and 

laughter

[surroundedbyroses]

my heart

escaped

crashed head-on into

her voice