The The The The
sound grunt sun air
of from shines that
my the straight is
footsteps guard down owned
follows gives on by
me me me, (me)
down the escape- the
that go proof free
booming- ahead walls fills
with- and absent my
curse- doors from lungs
words swoosh bodyguard like
hall open duty home
they tell me it will never happen, not if I live to a hundred
Your subjects are so diverse. I like that you can step inside so many different people's shoes. And I love that you've created a window with bars. You have a way with concrete poetry.
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Ah, thank you. ^^ I appreciate it.
ReplyDeleteI actually just started experimenting with concrete poetry this month so I appreciate the compliment.
I've always been able to step in others shoes. It may possibly have to do with all the books I read. You never know what's going on in the other person's head and books show me that.