I have a confession to make. The Black Out Poem has captured my imagination. I find it interesting to take a page filled with writing and turn it into something often contrary to the original meaning. It’s like playing with someone else’s words and making them become my own. Free verse is the best way to work with this form of poetry. There are many pages of the book I selected left. I’m going by the old cliché “waste not, want not.” I plan to use Rebecca Hunt’s Mr. Chartwell until it runs out of words to create Black Out verses. The poem I called A One-Man Circus .
About the Black Out Poem and A One-Man Circus
Poet takes a black marker and redacts words until a poem is formed. It is important to note the text and redacted words form a visual poem.
Method to use
1. Identify source text. The source can be a newspaper, a book page, or written text.
2. Draw a box around keywords or phrases.
3. Make Connections between boxes. (This is optional.)
4. Color the rest in with a marker. You can use any color. The most common color used is black.
I found this style of creating a poem unique from anything I’ve ever tried before. The words are already provided, and the challenge is to make something poetic out of the text. I decided to use Mr. Chartwell by Rebecca Hunt to create these poems.

A One-Man Circus Thick peaks A bulbous glass vase With dimpled bronze An artistic and flattering Tasselled white blanket Shade hung low An empty bottle Past the open French doors Thumping steps There as a joke A giant adult Always loud The build of a boxer Muscle had softened Bear-fed bear Two dark creases Sullen psychic conversation Beautiful A one-man circus
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Yes, sometimes the arguments in my head sound like that too. “two dark creases, sullen psychic conversation…” It is a one-man circus indeed.
Those arguents with ourselves never get resolved. Thank you for reading my poem.