poems

Black out poetry – Short.

Black out.

24/11/2014

I saw a man black out a poem he’d pencilled in.
It’s clarity made no sense like a squiggly line.
Lines don’t squiggle, not all poems rhyme.
I couldn’t see the meaning in no meaning.
Perfect destruction.
I was blind. I see that now.

Copyright G.P Williamson 2014.

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