I recently was cleaning out my room and reorganizing my bookshelves when I came across a book that had gotten some water damage from a flood in the basement years prior. I decided instead of tossing it I wanted to try my hand at blackout poetry. This is a composition of the first 10 poems I discovered in the pages. The book is 530 pages long and my goal is to find a poem on every odd page for 265+ poems in all 🙂
These poems are available to take home in my shop:
August
In August we like to call. That's what I do; know how to sleep and go before the morning. I never walk, something is screaming get moving, take two minutes her own.
3
Something better, the thinking kind, all the time living proud. Two-by-fours, too small, too skinny slip down time. The day my whole world went up, my day; I was still living. The world still surprise my boy. Months after, I myself, white and gold back around I went to wait. It weren't too long before something changed: a seed so accepting.
3.1
Straightened up, fix some of that. Every fourth month, already this morning. Yesterday ain't twenty-three years old. Tell me what - Already this morning, so tiny I squint.
5
Same as the rest of 'em, a second, wearing lace, blue gaps in the look like somebody told her. Always let her in. It's a good time to reach out her fat little arms, laugh, dance, waiting on good like this come to find her eyes in the day. Always you see her; you never think but always know. A good day grins. I say, "Love." She say, "Love." And then she laugh. She talking and it's about time. Nothing till the time,
7
The bridge, the hostess Pick soon and snatch two more I ran to ask What Benefit we have to rush? to the cards I can't help but listen Only three things I hear Wore on to take half for herself Take another Rest she needs
9
This way, her throat delicate without even knowing The guest goes Nobody says anything, explaining it all This mess, look over at me Give me the look some more Tell me full, but nothing left I need to be And I still stay I wait more and she slip me in one hand, The choice Rather their quiet more than this Everywhere colored and watching and thinking about one
11
I go and come again, Till I hear the door close.
11.1
When I know, the coming over me, I walk, glad I got two legs. When I go, serious even more, I get to...waiting. When I sneak, eyes don't look, eyes turn down except for the smile. Reminds me of growing up. Oh I knew her eyes raised, wishing, I know. Trying for anything.
13
You...asking Like working itself up, Like time running down; Time to be here. That dream, that place, Questions about change While looking new.
15
Out there, One after the next, One big anthill, Our numbers spread. A town from nothing, Home in each other, People now - just feeling. Years, I am Old. Lucky to listen, To see more than this house and some shaking heads. Always seem to like the whole.
Which one is your favorite?
Let me know in the comments 🙂
