The maps in our heads
Grow
Through
Trial and error.
We look
And we look,
We are not satisfied
Even when it makes sense.
I’m out of practice. It’s been months since my last blog post and years since my last blackout poem. No time like the present to change all that… And if you’re interested in learning more about the art form that is blackout poetry, here is a link with more info.
Anna Cull ~ Art & Music 
Hi Anna! NICE to see ya back here posting! I’ve seen your return via ‘like’ visits at my cyber place – and WOW! You are here – and as usual, adding beauty to cyberspace! ❤
Thank you, TamrahJo. It’s good to be posting again : ) I’m hoping to get back into a bit of a routine. I’ve even dusted off my paints (ahem, quite literally)… so anything could happen.
I love it ! I’ve never seen a blackout poem, its great. Glad to see you back, and thankyou for introducing me to something new 🙂
Thank you and you’re welcome, Victoria. I find this style of ‘poetry’ is a really good way of kickstarting my creativity : )
I can imagine, Anna. I’m definitely going to try it. It also looks quite soothing, redacting the newsprint, very therapeutic 🙂 Thankyou for the inspiration !