Erasure by Kristina Woodhill So there it is another stroll through this house of words another bright brilliant, airy window closed tight shut sealed and though it was not I touched by the viper's fangs I do feel the vile the violation the violence of this self stripped silence 04/27/2007 Posted on 04/27/2007 Copyright © 2026 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 04/27/07 at 06:48 PM Yes, this is exactly right, and how it feels. Well spoken, well described. Yes, wonderful metaphors... the "house of words" the "bright brilliant airy window" but oh so sadly "closed"... and "the violation the violence of this self stripped silence"... thank you for speaking this thus... it touches my feelings so... I could not speak it myself... and so grateful for your fine expression of "erasure" our great loss... Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/28/07 at 01:45 AM Title suggests words that were there are lost. Closed windows suggest new words not getting in. You've formatted the wording so that all does appear stripped! Well written! Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/29/07 at 12:10 PM Good use of metaphors. Very brilliant imagery, well thought out and written. Excellent as usual! Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/30/07 at 11:56 AM a situation presented itself as if from out of the blue and you made the most of it by permitting its quill to rest on your perch and the ink to flow through. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.1 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 89 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2026 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)