#erasurepoem

[therewasabrowncrow]

“Rejection Erasure Poems” by R.L. Maizes

I love subtext art created out of text messages

[capellepoeming2021]

The elements kept close watch

as she turned her face.

A sign of escape clearly glowed.

Curious thought prickled

behind gray windows,

but she was safe.

Safe enough.

She didn’t need to follow.

But the rockets purred so sweet.

Her safe thoughts fell away

as she blinked.

She held to the light,

needing to bloom.

@jesscapelle

Remix of THE SILENCE OF THE LAMBS by Thomas Harris, p. 252-258, St. Martin’s Press (1989).

[deadestpoet]

“It Would Have Helped”

Become an angel to prevent pain --  recover vigorously.  I’m indignant, my skin -- flushed. (It would have helped.) It would have helped.

Harris, Charlaine. Definitely Dead. Ace, 2006, p 191.

[thepoeminggravesecret]

October 1, 2020: Denim Accent

denim accent / words hawklike./ taste a windswept field. / runs. / the narrow gleaming Creek / fell silent. / the wind cleared.

Harris, Charlaine. Grave Secret. New York: Berkley Prime Crime, 2009. p.1.

[timetobelieveinmonsters]

October 4: —opening—

one night he buried his wife— marked the spot with a stone  marked the place                       in his heart

             a line on water

                          for him, after

[erasure poem! source: Pike, Christopher. The Cold One. TOR, 1995. 150.]

[choreographingchaos]

A Tendency to be Alone No one’s listening when people start talking
about monsters—everyone assumes 
you’ve been untrustworthy. I don’t 
have time to live under a rock. 
The mark’s still there, if you look, 
but people mind their own business, 
terrified to know better. The Poeming III Day 4 Process: Erasure Source: McGuire, Seanan. Chaos Choreography. New York: New York, 2016. 164. Print.

[jmacsteph]

Oct 22: Sally Thinks About It

 I didn’t remember how to hold

 myself I was not hungry

 I ran marathons

 to look behind the distance

 the plastic sheets

 the dance

 I wasn’t good enough

 to be woke

 a weakness in my hands

 how could I reach myself

 I ran

 I thought

 what else could I do

 I served

 I was cheap

 I was never going

to stop myself

 from looking for myself

 in little private rooms

   Grant, Mira. Symbiont. New York. Orbit, 2014. Print. Pages 168-174.

[indexingthsutures]

TWENTIETH SUTURE - THE POEMING, DAY TWENTY