It’s mid-day from my kitchen window. The wrens and phoebes are pecking the ground at the base of the pole which held the bird feeder all winter. In the transition of their diet, they enjoy the fallen leftovers and at the same time search for insects, their summer fare. I see the snow from the morning has melted, still too cold for Spring cleanup. A thin pile of wet leaves line the driveway. The flag waves from the neighbor’s porch, reminding me of yet another survival through the night. Dirty white clouds canopy the earth and adds its lethargy to all below. When there is no color, one needs to paint with words. The cars that drive by are white and silvery gray.
Distorted View
Seeing only through framed windows
Like wrens and phoebes
We scavenge for leftovers
Another survival through the night
Clouds of lethargy
Be gone! We have a palette of words!
Glo/napowrimo.net day 20. An erasure poem. Write a paragraph describing a scene. Then erase all but some of the words to write a poem.
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The way you have responded to the prompt, using some of the words, but adding more to make a new poem seems to me to be more successful than using only the leftover words after the ‘erasure’. It makes it more a poem that you have built up and less like something approximative.
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