the flow of water (a blackout poem)

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in this lonely
voice ……………hardly heard,
raging waters
had built their dwellings
with tiny shingled stones.

the wind received his name,
the thrown Storm far above,
drawn ashore.

high rocks
remain lying.

 

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4 Responses to the flow of water (a blackout poem)

  1. I love the blackout form, and think the crayon works especially well for this water metaphor. Pretty blues and greens!

  2. imab00kworm says:

    That is an awesome type of poem! 😀

  3. You have a typo w/ “build.” But this works very well. Especially the last line – the rocks lying as in not telling the truth.

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