Requiem–dVerse Poets, Erasure Poetry


Bring me back the thought of you
as the sun comes to shine,
the grain, also golden,
hair, the color of gold,
the sound of a step
different from all others.

My heart is ready to greet you.
Only with the heart can one see.
But I shall cry.
(I shall cry.)

An Erasure Poem
Taken from the Little Prince by Antoine de Saint Exupéry

Written and posted for my prompt at dVerse Meeting the Bar, where I’m offering up a prompt for you to write an erasure poem.

I had chosen one of my all-time favorite inspirational reads: The Little Prince, by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry and opened it to a page that seemed to offer a fair amount of printed text (as you probably know, the book is illustrated with watercolors.) When I began to cull phrases, somewhat randomly, a theme emerged which is pure serendipity–next Tuesday is the first anniversary of my sweet mother’s death.

Please stop by the pub with a poem of your own, or even just to read. We are a welcoming community.

Photo: David Slotto–Taken in 2011, on the occasion of Mom’s 90th birthday.


The Twist–a Quadrille



The Twist

You are responsible for your rose.
Antoine de St-Exupery
The Little Prince

True, no doubt.
Accepting love
we open arms to joy.

But here’s the twist:

There is no joy
without the care
that comes with pain.

a mother duck plays lame.
Perhaps she sees the hawk.
Love asks for all
we have to give.

Linked to dVerse Quadrille–a poem of exactly 44 words, using the word twist. I was tempted to write of the time David and I succumbed to the call of that dance from our youth, of his subsequent back surgery and…well, I won’t go into it. Had this been the Haibun, perhaps I would have.

Oh, and if you’ve never read “The Little Prince,” you must. Read it in French if you are able.


thirteen ways of looking at a desert

Photo: Rosa Frei

Linked to One Stop Poetry:

thirteen ways of looking at a desert

sometimes something
we judge to be barren
throbs with life

wind scatters sand
like gossips spread destruction

if you go to the desert
you will see the stars
perhaps one of them
holds your life purpose
then you are no longer
afraid of the viper’s kiss

the power of thirst
consumes all other desires

shifting sands
are like people
who vacillate
you don’t know
where you stand

the desert is a canvas
open to splashes
of vibrant color

the desert is
a state of mind
are you alone
or lonely

the desert is
a place of temptation
there the devil tempted
nothing has changed

if you try
to leave your mark
upon the desert
nature will erase it
we don’t really matter

the hotter it gets
the fewer people hang around

many people
do not understand
the beauty of the desert
or of wrinkled faces

at some point
you will visit a desert
and discover
what it is to be arid

when the desert blooms
you will find grace

Based on a form of Wallace Stevens: “Ways of Looking at…”