Hello again! I can’t believe that there are only two more days of this year’s NaPoWriMo. I’m sad to say the least. Today’s prompt was to write a concrete poem. Like acrostic poems, concrete poems are a favorite for grade-school writing assignments, so this may not be a 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.
So, my concrete poem proved difficult to post without the shape shifting when previewed via mobile phone or desktop. What you will find is that I have posted an image of my poem for those reading from mobile apps and a regular copy for those reading from a laptop or desktop. Either way you are reading it, I hope you will be able to detect my “tree” form.
My Trees My childhood memories are full of trees like the giant willow who grew in the middle of the little grove of trees hidden behind the new condo development It was there that I dreamed of spending my adult life chain-smoking cigarettes and clacking the keys of my old typewriter as I cranked out my next best-selling novel. Then there was the colossal oak on the playground--the one whose ground roots held me like a comforting mother as I watched the other children run and play together from a disassociated distance. The oak was my friend— my best friend—and I loved her. In later years, there was the young sapling who gave its life to save mine. It happened when the canoe tipped over, I slipped quietly into the swirling river, and I thought I was dead at sixteen--until I spotted my father uprooting a small sapling from the bank. He held the tree across the river and told me to grab on; It was then I knew I was safe in the strength of the tree and my father. Safe in my childhood memories safe in the arms of trees. --cjpjordan