This is a poem of my own I have chosen to embrace Grace giving us a choice in dVerse today. This is the copy of a women’s movement newsletter from the ’80’s. A poem from way back. Shortly after that Sylvia Plath became one of my all-time favourite poets, though I doubt it was her lovely birth poem Grace shared which drew me to her.
The sun is going down. There is not a cloud in the sky. The leaves on the hedge next door glistens in the burst of the day’s last rays. This is a quiet street. The hibiscus has several buds almost ready to flower. If we have a frost tonight they may be damaged.
Is there a third way I might do this? I don’t think so.
Our (optional) prompt for the day takes it cue from Brady’s suggestion that erasure/word banks can allow for compelling repetitive effects. Today we challenge you to write a paragraph that briefly recounts a story, describes the scene outside your window, or even gives directions from your house to the grocery store. Now try erasing words from this paragraph to create a poem or, alternatively, use the words of your paragraph to build a new poem.