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April 24th Poem Erasure or Blackout prompt by Gauri Dixit where I erase or blackout Wordsworth's famous poem I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud (Humour)

 BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Erased

NAPOWRIMO TSL PROMPT BY GAURI DIXIT ERASURE OR BLACKOUT POEM 24th April 2021

Gauri Dixit

The original

BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

My erasure

1

I, wan, lonely as a

hat, float, high o'er ales and ills,

When all at once I saw a crow,

da!

2

He wave-danced; but he

saw at a glance,

her head

The waves danced; but they

Out-did the waves; in glee

A poet could not but be 'gay',

In such a jocund company!

3

Hen on my couch

In vac

Hen my (he)art with pleasure fills

April 23rd poem For TSL Napowrimo and other poems with the prompt being by Nidhi Popli as your favourite ad or tagline

 "Yehi hai right choice, baby" TSL Napowrimo April 23rd prompt Ad tagline from

Nidhi Popli

My body needs sugar and craves Pepsi

Death needs victims and craves to enlarge its fiefdom and territory

I ask its Angel

Who sent you?

God?

The Angel only scythes

Where is the blood, is it on the lintel?

The Angel looks grim

I ask it

Am I like Nero

writing poems, instead of fiddling

when people are dying?

The Angel is silence

I look at the skies for help or an answer

I look at the hills

Everything is quiet

Nothing stirs, not even a mouse

The petrol bunk machine whirs its numbers

How many litres of death will it fill the world's engine with today?

What is the cost the world will pay?

Apocalypse in front of my eyes

Revelation is coming true

Blood up to the horses' bridles

And no one to give you anything that is hope's hue

But wait, hark!

There is still a bell that peals an after dark

If writing poetry strengthens you anew

To go on with living and helping others

Do

Yehi hai right choice baby

Not whether you live or die

But how you both these things do

Is the key and overcoming fear

Not to feel its stench without taking arms

God has no body being a spirit

Be his Body, his being

Be his eyes and tongue

Kind words and looks can go a long way

Be his hands and legs

Kind actions many fears allay

Reach out and help a few

Love helps us tide over a multitude of problems

Be to the world a small Jesus on two legs, do

Feel the difference light makes to darkness

And remember even a drop can and does make a difference

in the desert

if the water is pure and true

to others and to you

to quench the thirst, not a mirage but an oasis

To water the green roots under the earth even if you are fasting

unseen but growing anew

Each day dies like death but each morn we are born, afresh

Psalm 24

You are my safety mask

You are my isolation ward

You are my hospital

You are my inhaler

You are my betadine

My kettle my hot water

My lemons my vit C my vit B my zinc

My fruits and veggies

My hand sanitizer

My sanitary gloves

My Vicks vaporub

You are my oxymeter

You are my oxygen cylinder

You are my oxygen

My health

My God

For all of us

I may be broken

but that does not mean I am finished

Not by a long shot

This life is a long run

I am a marathoner

Long distance, solitary

I keep going on

Blood may fountain from my side

but my feet do not flag

Even the broken can reach the finishing line

and someone waits to catch them there

before they fall or collapse

or crumble into a heap.

Not the expected someone

but someone else

someone else broken

Two halves then make the rent whole

stanches the blood

even these days

under satan's sun.