Saturday, February 02, 2019

a Shape Poem, an Art Inspired Writing

A
Hard
Night
.
Oh
Gracious
Awake so soon
Head was aching
Belly somersaulting
He turned over to see
To see where he was
Remembering the 
night before
could not
How
did
he
get
here
There in the bed
A possible answer
to his dilemma lay 

Stirring she cooed
Darling you I love
His turning point
_ _ _ _

 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved  
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9 Comments:

At Sunday, February 03, 2019 2:48:00 AM, Blogger Kim M. Russell said...

I like the shape of your poem, Jim. I copied and pasted it to see what it would look like uncentered and it resembles someone lying in bed!

 
At Sunday, February 03, 2019 5:29:00 AM, Blogger Kerry O'Connor said...

I like the way the shape of your poem picks up the wineglass which is also falling out the window. Good one, Jim.

 
At Sunday, February 03, 2019 9:02:00 AM, Blogger Anmol (HA) said...

I like the format you employed too, Jim! Such a good craftsmanship. :-)

 
At Sunday, February 03, 2019 9:29:00 AM, Blogger brudberg said...

What a night that was... a real turning point (hope she was good for him)

 
At Sunday, February 03, 2019 1:52:00 PM, Blogger Susie Clevenger said...

Oh I love this poem and the shape you wrote it in. I too copied and pasted your poem to see what it would look like without the form, but it formed for me into a ummm. well, a resemblance to a well endowed woman. lol Yes, what a night!

 
At Sunday, February 03, 2019 2:11:00 PM, Blogger Isadora Gruye said...

You definitely captured the agony of restlessness and how comfort can turn the tide. Well done and thanks for sharing!

 
At Sunday, February 03, 2019 4:38:00 PM, Blogger Sanaa Rizvi said...

Lovely word-smithing here, Jim!❤️ The format is beautiful!!

 
At Monday, February 04, 2019 9:28:00 AM, Blogger Linda Lee Lyberg said...

Brilliant Jim, and I love the shape of your poem!

 
At Monday, February 04, 2019 12:36:00 PM, Blogger purplepeninportland.com said...

Love the shape, and story behind it. Great poem, Jim!

 

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