Perhaps if I touched you, passed my plague directly to you like leprosy, you'd understand
Maybe if I breathed on you, exhaled my airborne bacterial or viral like 2020, you'd comprehend
My dreams breed more dreams that permeate then take root and suffocate choking the oxygen
---haps if I - -, passed my plague -
To you like you'd understand
Exhal--
Erasure of memory and self
at least
it's not chronic right now.
...
Not
Chronic
...
Era
...
Sure
...
Era of dark fulfillment
Light containme--
.
Are...
Erus.
I'm
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Paul Stewart
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Public Announcement Challenge Winners
For the Public Announcement Challenge, writers were asked to work inside voices built for control. These were notices, warnings, and updates meant to inform rather than confess. The strongest entries committed to that form and didn't break from it. Corporate memos, formal government alerts, and internal policy language were held consistently, allowing emotion, fear, grief, or humor to surface indirectly through pressure rather than declaration. The following poems recognize the voice of authority, and let human feeling slip through despite all its rules and restraint.
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Comments (6)
Erus is a new word for me! I agree with Dharrsheena - dark and commanding - I love it.
Oooo, this was so dark and you played so brilliantly with the words. Loved your poem!
Oo! I loved how it grew more and more ominous as the poem went on. And loved (of course) your trademark of playing with words and letters, especially with 'erasure'. Very cool!
I love the word play and unfinished thoughts in this poem. Brilliant as always.
You cunning linguist!
That's a scary thought, and cleverly written, Paul. Like what you did with "Erasure."