Writing 201: Poetry is giving me my biggest test yet. A concrete poem. I have to figure out how to format to make a shape out of this poem. I wrote about it. Like to hear it? Here it go!
Cold. Concrete Poetry.
The sun is out But the sight is deceptive I'd love to wear shorts But my legs aren't receptive To the chilly conditions of this state I'd rather not be in this state It's time to move on from this state Of being Nine months of wind and cold Nine months of shoveling snow Nine months of aloof sunshine Nine months of less than divine Weather. Put on my jacket Put on my gloves Put on my hat Put on my happy face Let's go Brave This Cold