I’ve started my venture into blackout poetry. It’s a lot harder that it initially sounds.
My mother: "How is that poetry, just taking words?"
Me: "Poetry is words. I’m just choosing someone else’s words and putting them back together my way."
My mother: "….." *unimpressed*
ANYWAY. I’m proud of this first poem. It means little, but hey, it was fun and now I’m hooked.
I’ll start posting others as they come. I’d love to see some of yours if you have any.
"Subtraction". may 1 2011.