This poem comes from a prompt on the theme of “clean up” over at Open Write. I tried to “clean” up a rambling poem by finding another poem within it. I used a Blackout Poem generator to help me.
A few too many words,
wouldn’t you say,
sit inside the bins
of this rather long,
ramble-on mess
of words and lines
and bent rhymes
and something’s
bound to be wrong
when you just keep on
writing, fighting the urge
to edit away,
to parse away,
to cut away what needs
to be cut, but you can’t even
trust your gut anymore,
because you know how it is
when you’re writing
your way out of a rut;
everything tumbles loose
like an avalanche, and
only later, when you force
yourself to sift through,
to rescue, if only by chance,
the thing you need the most;
the verse that sits
inside the mess
of the poem
Peace (and poems),
Kevin