savor This Pilgrimagewe have no perfection…
Paradise!
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The OED word of the day for the erasure poem is 'complacence.'
Peggy and I braved January cold winds to face YUPO en plein air in Lincoln Park.
My damn model wouldn't hold still.
savor This Pilgrimage
Mostly,
The Key is
It is the rare Fool
in memoriam
hardly dry,
Give me Sketches and Poems
the unknown
I am happiest when making a perfect day (lately) I grab the past
I believe in
Right now I am listening Back
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Today's post is from a different source. I got tagged, and rather than make the requested list, I have made an erasure poem|commentary from hers.
Besides, it's too early for the OED and I'm certainly not going to revisit 'degranulate.'
the patient
as a kind of grateful Expression,
the old days
ancient
to Paint In the heaven of elasticity,
in the devilish Examination of the whole,
Joy
Let me live loud thoughts
a Journal
falling petals from flowers,
bow in reverence
disorderly raised spirits of
if I doubt
Life
there is not
happy people
This glory
We rejoiced
Now rare
My conjecture is
One might