Today's dual prompts from NaPoWriMo and Write Better Poetry: (1) Write a "concrete" poem,and (2) write a "sight" poem. Well, concrete poems are, by definition, "sight" poems. Unfortunately, I am notoriously poor at concrete poems. HTML is not my friend. Here's my rather sad attempt at it anyway - it's supposed to be a flat tire. (And in a stroke of serendipity, the hole in the middle of the tire suggests a heart.)
Road
Service
the
highway's rough
enough without more hazards,
but lately I can't seem to swerve―
look out for what waits
around the curve/my life has sprung a leak today
but I sent an APB your way
'cos you have got so much
in reserve, you're my straightaway,
you're my Triple-A/when I'm flat and
floundering, you're the light of day, so I wait
at the shoulder, trying not to feel colder, and you
pull me from the snow, home with my heart in tow
the
highway's rough
enough without more hazards,
but lately I can't seem to swerve―
look out for what waits
around the curve/my life has sprung a leak today
but I sent an APB your way
'cos you have got so much
in reserve, you're my straightaway,
you're my Triple-A/when I'm flat and
floundering, you're the light of day, so I wait
at the shoulder, trying not to feel colder, and you
pull me from the snow, home with my heart in tow
3 comments:
Bruce. I loved this. Simply brilliant. The shape and the words--The best (bestest in fact) love poem I've read all month. Thank you for writing it. I'm saving this one.
Arti.
Thanks!
Bruce, very nicely done. I used the tag to get my concrete poem to work out. Your visual shape Is better than that 'cause it's not symmetrical, and is not tire-d!
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