imperfect reverie

What a gift,
like tapping into
the poetry
of the soul
with painting

to riff on
the wistful world
of Forgotten Dreams

an imperfect reverie
transporting the composer

. . . . . . . .

The Oxford lads are off the dessert kick finally, but the OED word of the day is cockapoo. Nothing against them, but not enough meat on the etymological bones to get a poem.

So, today's erasure poem|commentary is from the NY Times review of the Werner Herzog film "Cave of Forgotten Dreams," which is currently playing in West Seattle and is way cool.