Here is the last of the recent set of collage poems I did. This poem grew in the order it is written – I found the phrase used in the first line and all the other words were nearby on my work surface. I slid them into place and did not rearrange them. That’s unusual. Generally I have several poems set out at once, plus promising sections of lines or words, and I move them all around, mix, match, discarding, as new ideas are formed. But not this one.
It seems to me that no matter what event or happening, time smooths everything over and blunts its impact. But what this thinking omits to say is that there are steps in this process, and I think that there are also people who are caught at an individual step, move at a different rate than others, or who choose or are forced to stay in one step or another.
Eroded and Erased
a terrible betrayal