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White Eyes of Ghosts (a black out poem)
With ritual on their
rude table they threw
everything to heat.
They sing softly of
their youth, the sound
echoing in frigid air.
Each returned to sad
silence holding the
white eyes of ghosts.
rude table they threw
everything to heat.
They sing softly of
their youth, the sound
echoing in frigid air.
Each returned to sad
silence holding the
white eyes of ghosts.
Published 14th Sep 2022
Author's Note
This is todays experiment with black out poetry. I ripped a random page from a paperback by James Michener. It was fun. I might do it again.
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14th Sep 2022 1:57pm
It would have been quite informative to have been able to compare the original text with this poem you've created.
If it's not too much trouble is it possible to, maybe, quote the words from the page of the paperback.
This, indeed, is a blackout poem not only because of its source but the dark theme also dimming the room.
If it's not too much trouble is it possible to, maybe, quote the words from the page of the paperback.
This, indeed, is a blackout poem not only because of its source but the dark theme also dimming the room.
14th Sep 2022 9:17pm
I will do that in the future. With this poem, I tossed the page once I was finished with it.
15th Sep 2022 1:20am
