a whiff of the past

traveling
An imagined future
All I know is that
it becomes apparent
The most successful
of our days was
undoubtedly
A whiff of the past

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The OED word of the day for the erasure poem | commentary is
'time-traveler.'

Speaking of travel, I highly recommend a trip to the Washington Park Arboretum this month. Not only for the autumn color (and the cotton candy smell of katsura leaves!), but for  Abby Arresty's Music of Trees sound installation. Very cool!

cartwheeling

october wind —
summer memories
cartwheeling
down the street

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The OED word of the day is the nonce word 'requietory,' used by a Mr. Wheeler in 1641 to mean sepulchre.

Talk to the hand, Oxford lads.

bridges

images …
a series of bridges in a
Fortress of Solitude 
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The OED word of the day for the erasure poem is 'scratchiti.'

the critic

condescendingly remote,
the critic with Hideous aesthetic standards
caused you to toss out the original
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The OED word of the day for the erasure commentary is 'Olympianly.' Not to be confused with 2012 London events, this is more a sarcastic reference to the heights of Mt. Olympus.

hyperbolical fragility

enclosing the day
worn against the night
Light breaks in a
hyperbolical fragility

some kind of
great Riddle
nursed tenderly
on Evenings

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The OED word of the day for the erasure poem| commentary is 'walnut-shell.'

the very top of August

the Sun had gone
up the stairs
to the very top
of August,
and then came
plunging down
with a soft violence

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Today's erasure poem was excavated from the OED word of the day 'mushroom' (the verb).

Don't you love Bread and Butter

I hope you don't mind my writing like this but I love all the summer days,
pale-green bushes meet over head;
we sit among them, and they love us back.

I love
my freedom,
and truth
and taste delights,
Don't you love Bread and Butter with your Search after Happiness?

I love the River
trees in a shady place,
the sun and
August Poems

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The OED word of the day is 'love' - 12 pages of citations to comb through. For those of you with dogs, I can tell you that "Love me, love my dog" dates back almost a millenium to 1153 and a sermon of -- I kid you not -- St. Bernard. It was in Latin, of course, and I'm thinking you might want to print up a t-shirt for the dog park, so here you go: qui me amat, amat et canem meum

sunday 3 january

reflected in the
flow
Daily
Pilgrimage
has the power
of Revelation


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Once again, today's erasure poem is taken from the OED word of the day: pyramid.