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Today’s prompt asks us “to write a concrete poem. Like acrostic poems, concrete poems are a favorite for grade-school writing assignments, so this may not be your first time at the concrete-poem rodeo. In brief, a concrete poem is one in which the lines are shaped in a way that mimics the topic of the poem. For example, May Swenson’s poem “Women” mimics curves, reinforcing the poem’s references to motion, rocking horses, and even the shape of a woman’s body. George Starbuck’s “Sonnet in the Shape of a Potted Christmas Tree” is – you guessed it – a sonnet in the shape of a potted Christmas tree. Your concrete poem could be complexly-shaped, but relatively simple strategies can also be “concrete” — like a poem involving a staircase where the length of the lines grows or shrinks over time, like an ascending (or descending) set of stairs.” (Full NaPoWriMo post available here.)
The response below could have been shaped as a number of things, but I went with hourglass. It seems to represent the closest the state of the world right now–and its effects on our minds.
PS–The posted draft has expired, but here are some images of night-time Prague, taken mostly on or around Charles Bridge this April.
Aha!! More hidden treasures! I found a pretty door!!
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I thought of you when I took a picture of it! It’s at the entrance to the university library courtyard, just off Charles Bridge.
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How lovely, Romana! I appreciate it. When I was there, I had yet to start blogging and noticing doors. 🙂
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Wow! This is a stunning poem, Romana. It speaks to me and the way I feel right now. I have read it several times and I’ll keep coming to it.
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Thank you so much, Natasa! I really appreciate it.🙏💜🍃
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I don’t know if it’s right to say this but the sound of sadness in that poem is so musical. A perfect hour-glass shape and the shifting from the circumference of hope that drifts and sadness that crawls. So many takeaways in this high-on-sentiments poem.
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Thank you, Sonia! Sadness can be so many things, why not musical? We sing when we’re happy, but also when we’re sad or afraid. Thank you for your reading.🙏💜🍃
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So many good images in this poem, and it opens with a beauty. I admire your perseverance with the shape!
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Thank you so much, Jane!💜🙏🍃
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[quote removed by RI] – marvellous!
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Thank you so much!🙏💜🍃
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Wow!! So many gems caught in the amber of this poem.
The shape is almost bulbously 3D to my eyes. Must be the tears.
Must be the last two lines
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Thank you, dear Barbara! It’s an uneven hourglass, but I’m glad it appears 3D. Thank you for the sentiment–it means a lot!💜🙏🍃
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Beautifully done, Romana.
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Thank you💜🍃
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So well done in all ways. You take these prompts and make them sing. This is another one where I have no idea even where or how to begin. (K)
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I think the form shapes the content a little bit–and vice versa. I tried a leaf and a circle and a mushroom first. Not sure why the mushroom.
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Mushrooms have a lovely shape. Of course I’m partial to circles.
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My, I am in awe of how you crafted this piece. Strong sentiments bring out the best poetry but one hopes not for the current state of affairs as poetry.
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Thank you so much, Gloria!🙏💜🍃
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Wow. Just … wow. I’m awed. This is excellent, Romana. Hat off to you 💕🙂
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Thank you so much, Harmony!🙏💜🍃
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