The Contrast of Was and IS

the morning was drizzly,

shedding sooty tears

that an angel could not conceal

this monster I had clothed,

felt obliged and half-provoked,

to claim the misfortun’ of intention

he then fell

into bondage, a slavery to the tragic mysteries

of incongruity and argumentative attention

In a most uncomfortable way,

I concealed the fact in such strange directions

                                                                        “This was all my fault!”

But mourning stopped suspicion.

“I frowned it down, not with pleasure though.

 I am not a worthy man; but one bound with considerable disturbances.”

 Over at D'Verse, Anna is hosting Meeting The Bar and she's presented a pretty neat exercise in poetry.  Definitely read her article and the links she's provided, they are all very good and extremely informative.  Erasure Poetry, briefly, is like Found Poetry, in that you take another piece of text and you erase words, keeping the ones you want to use and then, from those words leftover, you create a poem of your own.  For this piece I used the Charles Dickens classic Great Expectations.  All the words in this piece can be found in Chapter 27.  

So head on over, having this many Erasure poems in one spot is a treat, and should not be missed.