Finally, today’s assignment; a Concrete form of poetry with a prompt of ‘cold’. Ah well, this one’s a story weaved around the snow, about how cold-blooded, humans can be. Do have a go through it and tell how it sounds! Happy Reading!
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sounded. A mixture
of ambulance & police
vans. They travelled along,
amid the snow, To the place ,
where he was lying, dead.She
came out of the car,amid the snow
And saw him lay motionless. Her only
family in the world, She stared, at the
place, where he was lying, dead.
She stood right there, fixed to the spot.
And scenes of past flowed across, Where
he had asked to marry her, Amid the
snow. She cried her life out,At the
place where he was lying, dead.
A knife so sharp, had
pierced through him
How cruel a man to
do so, But the cold-
had fled, Amid the
snow. And left the
victim as he was,
At the place,where
he was lying, dead.
So this was my today’s attempt at the concrete poetry, I guess it does form the shape of a knife:-P
Anyway, I hope you liked it. Thank you for reading!