Erasure
Erasure/Blackout Poetry
Fragrant, come closer, she said
Not nearly alone enough, I swore
My hand, she took, - heart, she
Stole with ---feeling
Fragrant, - closer, she paused
- on my own, I -
Her hand, - thigh, she
- my entirety
Shrouded me in -
Pungent, come, she - me in
Laid her -, I walked right on
Not because of some voodoo
Nor - charms
But I am -,
I, just
-
weak
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Paul Stewart
Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.
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By Shirley Belk7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (8)
This has brilliant rhythm! You've used the absence of words to suggest more than the inclusion of them ever could - well done!
Your poem captures that feeling of being completely overwhelmed by someone! Even with the missing words, you can totally feel the struggle between wanting to be close and knowing you are "weak" to their pull. It's short, but it has a powerful, almost breathless energy.
Another great poem! Loved the eerie tone and how intentionally each word was placed
Ugh, tell me about it. Sometimes we're just weak ass bitches, lol. Loved your poem!
Love this—not because of some voodoo—🔥🔥🔥
dark and deep-nice one
What is desire absent heart, connection, other than a kind of trampling, repudiation of another’s selfhood. Dark and tragic imagery, Paul. Beautiful, savage poetry.
Interrupting our stateside holiday with a great poem…blasphemy