life is not forced...
.. .a distillation of sorrow
and yet
.....life was the greatest joy
it's own realm ...encased
but not breached....
the joy ...had it's own integrity
not touched by tragedy.
that joy, the measure
and source...spring.
....I remember sitting in rain
and blustering wind...
abiding.... and yoked... to life
this comic tradegy...within.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 10:29 PM UTC
life is not forced...
.. .a distillation of sorrow
and yet
.....life was the greatest joy
it's own realm ...encased
but not breached....
the joy ...had it's own integrity
not touched by tragedy.
that joy, the measure
and source...spring.
....I remember sitting in rain
and blustering wind...
abiding.... and yoked... to life
this comic tradegy...within.
napowrimo2015
prompt :
create an erasure poem
create a poem by photocopy a page
of writing and then erasing portions of it ...
this format does not support that function....so I have written what remained on the page at the end of the exercise...
the piece of writing I used was
page 99 of "Enon" by Paul Harding
Random House 2013.
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