A friend inspired me to write “a concrete poem” after she handed one to me for my Birthday, instead of a Birthday card. For those of you who don’t know, which I didn’t, but now I do, a concrete poem is a poem in the shape of the object it describes. Her poem to me was a swirled cup of tea. I thought it was a perfectly creative way to give someone a gift, which for me meant a box of lemon tea. Quite beautiful, artistic, and you can literally write about ANYTHING. Which, I am good at after re-reading some of my very random blog topics. So, I attempted this new form of writing, and started with something I love, though they are quite simple in shape.
The way it flickers to and fro
Like the twinkling stars I used
To watch when I lay on the sandy
Beach. It invites soft conversation
And long kisses. Just imagine sitting
In a dark room, with a book, a lamp
And the soft light, flickering neither
Here, nor there. Like the twinkling
Of stars. As old as time itself. Yes,
I whisper. I can hold your secrets
In the night. Shining brightest in the
Darkness. I flit and fly. Like a firefly!
Or is my light more like a dance?
Flirting with the shadows I make
On the wall. Even so, with the flying
And the dancing, I boldly stand. I’m
Strong against the black all around.
Sweet smelling. Soft dripping. Try
Dipping your fingers in the wax
That builds on my smooth sides. The
Wax that casually nips your finger
Tips. Keep me around I say. Do not
Snuff me out. For when you do, the
Transparent smoke that rises will
Last but a moment before Disappe-
aring. And it will all be just a memory.
Especially when I am sitting on top of a Birthday Cake. The
Wish that you thought before pursing your lips and letting out the
Stream of air that whisked away my soft light. It is all a memory now. Puff.