Rapture


A challenge from Victoria over at dVerse is to write an erasure poem this is a form of poetry created by erasing words from an existing text in prose or verse and framing the result on the page as a poem.
Here is my 2nd go round:)

you make perfect the present
thought feeling soul sense
you around me
beneath me
above me
you love me!
we clutch at the core
cheeks burn
arms open
eyes shut
and lips meet!

Pat R

10/27/17
Erasure poem from:

NOW

Out of your whole life give but a moment!
All of your life that has gone before,
All to come after it,—so you ignore,
So you make perfect the present,—condense,
In a rapture of rage, for perfection’s endowment,

Thought
and feeling and soul and sense
Merged in a moment which gives me at last

You around me for once, you beneath me, above me

Me—sure that despite of time future, time past,—
This tick of our life-time’s one moment you love me!
How long such suspension may linger? Ah, Sweet—
The moment eternal—just that and no more—
When ecstasy’s utmost we clutch at the core
While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut and lips meet!

By Robert Browning (1812 – 1889)

For dVerse

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OctPoWriMo

 

My Frazzled Heart

A challenge from Victoria over at dVerse is to write an erasure poem this is a form of poetry created by erasing words from an existing text in prose or verse and framing the result on the page as a poem.
Here is my attempt.

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give me back my heart
and take the rest
before I go
those wild eyes
never speak so well
woe, woe
I am gone
I cease to love thee

Pat R

10/27/17

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This is where it came from and the link:

Maid of Athens, ere we part,
Give, O, give me back my heart!
Or, since that has left my breast,
Keep it now, and take the rest!
Hear my vow before I go,
Zóë mou, sas ágapo
(My life, I love thee)

By those tresses unconfined,
Wooed by each Ægean wind;
By those lids whose jetty fringe
Kiss thy soft cheeks’ blooming tinge;
By those wild eyes like the roe,
Zóë mou, sas ágapo
(My life, I love thee)

By that lip I long to taste;
By that zone-encircled waist;
By all the token-flowers that tell tell
What words can never speak so well;
By love’s alternate joy and woe, woe,
Zóë mou, sas ágapo
(My life, I love thee)

Maid of Athens! I am gone:
Think of me, sweet! when alone.
Though I fly to Istambol,
Athens holds my heart and soul:
Can I cease to love thee? No! No!
Zóë mou, sas ágapo
(My life, I love thee)

By Lord Byron

OctPoWriMo

 

Autumn Sky

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I spent this unseasonably warm autumn day at the beach
I am lulled by the wind toying with the waves as they gently kiss the shore
The wind at my face force my lungs to relish renewing breaths of salty air
This clears my mind of all thing hectic
And as the sky above fights the gray
the setting sun bursts through

flourish in the skies
gift of a warm autumn day
splashy abstract cloud

Pat R

10/26/17

For Cape Diem Haiku