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depictions by the rule of thirds; descriptions mostly freestyle words
humdrum hermit
moist pavements in tears and veiled
lamps sucked reflections from wet ground
I used to love the dark, sad evenings
moods of melancholy wrapped
the leafless landscape full of poetry
– now the cup was emptied
to the living heart of the world
Some erasure poetry lifted from Hermann Hesse’s novel – (see text Steppenwolf p19) for Victoria’s prompt:Look What I Found! dVerse MTB
and despite being a bit of a blog hermit this weekend am linking up with the Poetry Pantry
24 Comments on “humdrum hermit”
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The emptiness all around touches the core. Beautiful, Laura. “moods of melancholy wrapped / the leafless landscape” Love this.
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Hesse’s heritage and travels gave the mystical touch of India to his writing
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Well done, Laura. I do erasure poems so poorly. Love …I used to love the dark, sad evenings / moods of melancholy wrapped / the leafless landscape full of poetry…
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have never tried this before Sarah but feel that it certainly needs a lyrical passage to begin with
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This is so gorgeous..❤️ every word.. every image.. here seems to cling to the conscience and beating of heart. *swooooon*❤️
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thank you – I love this novel ❤ Steppenwolf's adventure in his alter ego makes him swoon too
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Beautiful. I am hermiting, too….so happy to see you!
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hello Sherry – lets be happy hermits together!
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This is a gorgeous piece of erasure poetry… you really found the perfect book to write something new… especially love how you tied it together in the end,
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thank you Bjorn – happily I found a long and lyrical paragraph to erase a poem from
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I love the idea of lamps sucking reflections, a super write Laura.
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Hesse’s words – my erasure!
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Erasure poetry here? I am truly impressed! Hermann Hesse, I think, would have enjoyed!
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Hope he would see how much I tried to keep true to the hermit
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What a beautiful blackout poem. Absolutely brilliant extraction!
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Yes an interesting form to see what remains after the blackout
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Oh I do so love your images and your words have just the right feel to accompany the sad, melancholy, wet evening.
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For once the photoart followed the verse – thank you for looking and reading
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You mention this is your first time at this…that in itself is impressive…one hopes that you continue…
Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2017/10/29/in-present-moments/
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Thank you Elizabeth for the encouragement – shall try again
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lamps sucked reflections from wet ground” love that and another stunner “now the cup was emptied to the living heart of the world” Beautiful poem
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Thank you on behalf of Hermann Hesse
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Hi, I can only echo what others have said, really good read
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Glad you enjoyed Julian – have you read the book?
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