27 April, 2013

in which i attempt to make my own blackout poems


I said: "why not?", and here they are.



Poem i. reads...

beautiful sunlight so prized by the shade, of eyes merry and arrogant, as the sun slanted down in the green trees of white blossoms.

Poem ii. reads...

oaks and night air, so pretty from the upstairs window (between fluttering curtains), down the path toward the dark cedar, bringing a small ray of hope.

8 comments:

  1. ahh, these are incredible, Daniela. wow. so raw and beautiful, they hold a nostalgic beauty. :) blackout poems are a lot of fun... i've been trying my hand at it lately, too. xx

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    1. thank you so much, Mikailah. i'd love to read yours!
      xo

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  2. Those poems are simply beautiful! Now you have me wanting to buy or rummage for old books and create poetry out of them.

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  3. oh, goodness! this is just lovely, daniela! so so lovely. xx

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  4. This is so creative. Love it!

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