Creative endeavors are returning to me. It feels good and right. I recently read the poems in The New Yorker of August 28, 2023. The poem What’s Poetry Like? by Bianca Stone was popping out to me as a perfect erasure poem. I enjoy whittling down to essential words. I found another poem here with a slightly different meaning than hers. I hope she is the type of poet who knows the highest form of flattery is imitation.
Poetry
Poets play love
essential moment, shared
writtenresuscitate wildlife
disappearing ourselvesPoetry finds deficient
words, immortal
huntyou’re trying to get back
bittersweet tongue,
all the emoting,
all the surrenderreckless
insight, hidden
wisdom slips into truththe form itself
words that sing yet-unspoken things wafting
Margaret Simon, erasure poem from What’s Poetry Like? by Bianca Stone
waiting to be opened.
The New Yorker, August 28, 2023
The Poetry Friday round-up today is with Amy Ludwig VanDerwater at The Poem Farm.
Reflections on the Teche 