This Poem Is Not Concrete

This 
poem
is not concrete.
It’s not set in stone
nor cement. It’s sedentary. 
Neither resilient nor reliable,
stable nor sturdy; this poem
is untrustworthy. Deliberately 
flammable, fearless, flirty. 
While it changes shape,
misbehaves, it’s worthy. 
Trim the wick. Watch 
it glow, but don’t 
blow it.
This 
flame
is my poem.





Artwork: “Candle Flame” Michael Creese

NaPoWriMo#28~Create a concrete poem. I dreaded this assignment as a child. I loved the leak of the words and then trying to mold them into a shape, I couldn’t even. But here, I’ve created my anti-concrete, concrete poem. “They tell me to stop, but I keep on going.” The finish line is a few days away. Then, my lovely muse rests.

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    1. Yes, it has been a challenge. I almost turned my back on a few of them, but I’ve been able to plow through these prompts. Today’s is well, not a favorite of mine, but the fairytales sound fun. I’ve been enjoying your responses, Carolyn. Best of luck finishing the final few. 💜

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