Black wing sacrifice.

Overnight rose.

The crows gathered broken keys.

White cold buried loves hush,
Once bound.

The canvas has written stories in bones.

Breath comes with a scream.

Lines we feared lost become sway.

Method : this is an erasure poem of a poem I asked chat GPT to write based on a kindof random prompt

The promt was : a poem about erasing lines, crows, bloody sinks, frozen pipes, winter turning into spring, parables, full sails.

The poem given to me by Chat gpt was entitled Thaw.

Chat gtp poem Thaw:

We erased the lines once drawn in chalk,
borders brittle as late ice—
cracked by thaw and crowfoot talk,
black wings circling sacrifice.

A sink ran red in morning light,
a rusted mouth that would not close,
pipes froze like fists clenched overnight,
then wept beneath the thawing rose.

The crows, they gathered in the trees,
their sermons sharp, their gospel raw—
parables in broken keys,
ink spilled on white without a law.

The cold that ruled with iron gloves
softened at the southern breeze;
we watched the rise of buried loves
beneath the hush of waking trees.

Where once the sails were bound and slack,
the canvas now is full and taut.
The wind has written stories back—
in breath, in bone, in things forgot.

Spring comes not with gentle hand
but with a shiver, then a scream.
The blood, the ice, the broken land—
all fold into a single dream.

And still the crows recount the cost,
while lines we drew are wiped away.
What once we feared, what once was lost—
becomes the seed of bloom and sway.

The goal was to drastically change the poem by removing most of the words.

Erasure poems are vaguely mystical in that certain things stick out to you and you are trying to find hidden meaning.

I generally try to stay away from AI assistance but thought it might be interesting and symbolic to use AI and then shatter what the AI wrote.

I will probably be doing more erasure poems either with this method or a more conventional approach. It’s kind of fun.