Weekly Poem #9
This poem comes from a poetry workshop exercise in which we had to take an existing text - in my case an academic paper on the death of a mentor and erase words or syllables until a poem emerges. The word order cannot be changed and the poem must reflect or comment on the existing text.
threshold breath
an erasure poem from the work of Katrina Jaworksi
curtained off
funeral parlour
death
out there
not yet
inscripted
bodies
theoretically witness
the unspoken invisible
alongside
the dead
one breath
alongside
loss
Louise is dying
takes a breath
eyes grow in wonder
her last breath
body limp
wordless
waves subdue
my speaking
a slow mute hand
eyes
grown still
words miss
embrace a silent account
words I have
traverse speech
fail
limit life
one breath
unspoken
death
seeing Louise die
makes it clear
my death
resonates
seeing Louise die
attend
look
at the other
what to do with the dead
the cadavers
bear witness
negotiate
with the dead
in doing
someday
my last breath
All poems copyright of the author Daniel G. Scott
This poem comes from a poetry workshop exercise in which we had to take an existing text - in my case an academic paper on the death of a mentor and erase words or syllables until a poem emerges. The word order cannot be changed and the poem must reflect or comment on the existing text.
threshold breath
an erasure poem from the work of Katrina Jaworksi
curtained off
funeral parlour
death
out there
not yet
inscripted
bodies
theoretically witness
the unspoken invisible
alongside
the dead
one breath
alongside
loss
Louise is dying
takes a breath
eyes grow in wonder
her last breath
body limp
wordless
waves subdue
my speaking
a slow mute hand
eyes
grown still
words miss
embrace a silent account
words I have
traverse speech
fail
limit life
one breath
unspoken
death
seeing Louise die
makes it clear
my death
resonates
seeing Louise die
attend
look
at the other
what to do with the dead
the cadavers
bear witness
negotiate
with the dead
in doing
someday
my last breath
All poems copyright of the author Daniel G. Scott