Fox on a Boat

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. 

A little bit of fun.. Well, it's slightly strange humour! This Is Just To Say This is just to say I did not miss you  One little bit When you were away. Actually, we had a party And your dog was invited.

I am not sure what I did here.. Even my own poetry mystifies me! Shared with Poets United -- Poem For The Broken Hearted I'm writing poetry and thinking of you. Sometimes I see you around the river Until you fade away - a memory. I liked your hair tonight You always look great, I'm not just saying that. I see you in touches of blue I feel then things will be better Honestly, I'm nearly crazy - You were always right - So now I just wait - Wait, wait for what? For now I'll just remember These months won't last forever And I long for the summer. I'll meet you in the sunshine Between cups of tea and drinks Amongst trees and in the dusty streets. When we walk and walk and The day seems to last forever - A lazy evening, and then - September. It was then that we braved the river The air was warm - an Indian summer. The streets are marked by you The poems carry a line A mark, a voice of you. It...

"Choose a word or phrase you find yourself saying often (e.g. like, totally, hate, really, kind of) and write a poem using it as much as possible" - Prompt found here Ridiculous. It's, like, really ridiculous. Really ridiculous like, really. Isn't it? Isn't it ridiculous, really? I like that, really I like it, though It's really ridiculous like, really I really mean it, really I do I like ridiculous, really.

Used no prompt, had no idea what the poem would be about till I wrote it. Experiment. I hope this sparks ideas for 'real', good poetry in the next few months. When A Door Closes A Window Breaks Lost keys Found under floorboards. Window is broken Handle is stuck - Open a door instead. Behind the pane I  See blue. No access. Through the door I go Too slow - Nobody there just Dusty paths. I'll just walk on till We meet.