Redacted poetry is beautiful and is currently my favorite form of art.
Her appearance lay abandoned
And dark eyes attempted to claim her
His habit had his eyes streaked with old tears
She gripped tears deep in her chest
It was her time. “
” Curiosity looked jealous
Of the moment that did not listen
Sometimes to understand everything
You must be lonely. “
I just admire the nostalgic feel of this type of poetry. You are essentially taking something completely finished, putting it in the state of creation again, and creating something new and unique out of it. It’s like rehab for old, abandoned books. And all it takes is a fresh set of eyes, a sharpie, and a book!
I want to see more creations of redacted poetry!