April 20, 2013 by Dave Bonta

Eavesdropper

My window was infinite as a ring.
My head ached.
Sitting backwards, I heard a dove
speak with the day.

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Friday 20 April 1660.

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SJane says:

April 21, 2013 at 4:00 pm

Gorgeous.

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1. Dave Bonta says:
  
  April 21, 2013 at 9:13 pm
  
  Thanks!
  
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Via Negativa is a unique experiment in daily, poetic conversation with the living and the dead. Dave Bonta founded the site in 2003 and Luisa A. Igloria joined in 2010. Guest authors contribute as well. Dave writes daily erasure poems to discover the poetry hidden in the Diary of Samuel Pepys. Luisa has been writing and posting a poem a day since November 2010, often in response to Dave’s entries at The Morning Porch. Collections of poems first published at Via Negativa include Luisa’s The Buddha Wonders if She is Having a Mid-Life Crisis and Ode to the Heart Smaller than a Pencil Eraser, and Dave’s Ice Mountain and Breakdown: Banjo Poems. Read more…

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