Only during a pandemic would I find myself spending this much time on such a thing, today's thing being to create a concrete poem. Which this is and isn't, although when I think of some of the examples I've seen, I think I'll let it go.
NaPoWriMo Day 9 tells me poets have been at this since the 1600s. They had plagues then too; I suspect that's how this got started! Here's mine, brought to you by every poet everywhere:
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1 comment:
Good one. My mind went blank on shapes as soon as I looked at that sample Christmas tree.
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