30 Day Poetry Challenge – Day 5: Blackout – Find a poem written by someone else. Make it new by crossing out or deleting select words.
by Carl Adamshick
It is nice to be without answers
at the end of summer.
The moment laid down like something
forgotten, until stumbled upon later, we think:
this is where it was lost.
The sadness is the way
they will never unpack the rucksack
of happiness again.
They’ll never surface as sun
willowing through the bottom half of waves.
They’ll never surface again.
Again and again.