Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
I walk in fields broad and common,
journey one inch,
stand in church till dark.
Then wine, two bottles; a rose and no wit.
Let my pitiful verses get a laugh.
My folly has friends, I note.
I play the fool.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Sunday 26 February 1659/60.
I live in an Appalachian hollow in the Juniata watershed of central Pennsylvania, and spend a great deal of time walking in the woods. Here’s a bio. All of my writing here is available for reuse and creative remix under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License. For attribution in printed material, my name (Dave Bonta) will suffice, but for web use, please link back to the original. Contact me for permission to waive the “share alike” provision (e.g. for use in a conventionally copyrighted work).
Fooling with time and space, church, wine, inspiration, and fooldom all makes this more unified than I expect from an erasure!
That’s good to hear — especially from someone as versed in the ways of literary fooldom as you are.
Hah! Indeed. Still polishing that one when I have stray moments.