#21 - Erasure

For this poem I used the 'erasure' prompt from NaPo. Can you guess which poem I used? 

Erasure

Breeding lilacs, mixing

Memory with spring rain.

Covering life with

A shower of sunlight

And coffee.

Children out on a sled, frightened

In the mountains.

You cannot say where the sun beats the dry stone.

There is something different from

Your shadow at morning

Or at evening, rising in a handful of dust.   

       

Hyacinths

Speak, and knew nothing. 

Light, silence.  

 

Cold pearls I do not find  

Under the fog 

In your garden.

Poem used: 'The Wasteland' by T.S. Eliot.