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.