I wrote 53 poems in April for National Poetry Month. I only cheated twice (and had to write something that adhered to the previous prompt the next day). Unfortunately, not every piece was a winner.
Instead of giving up, I decided to turn the meandering mess into an erasure. It couldn't get worse, right?
Okay, so it's not the best attempt. I don't normally make erasures/blackout poetry. Maybe a second try would be better...
I think more interesting things are happening in the second erasure, but it's still not great. After this failure, I decided to scrap the piece as a whole. Not everything is a masterpiece.
Even though a fair amount of poems from April didn't work out, I still have fifteen new poems strong enough to edit and submit to literary magazines. I have more that are destined for Instagram. Overall, it was a wonderful result for thirty days.
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