heavy blocks cubes of concrete
line the streets block after block
they show my way home a block
of ice waits between my poem
and me shows no sign of melting
obscures my view of words blocked
by its shine
wooden lettered blocks tumble
in my head & i am one
the one with the C just blocked
by the Q i am a blockhead
6 comments:
haha...a blockhead...this is playful...i like it...every once in a while we get those blocks to settle into something special...i like to call them poems...smiles.
block gives off that bulky, plodding feel as you use it repetitively. blockhead i am too:)
nice job. Love the concrete nature here as well. Excellent in terms of style, using the prompt and visual aesthetics. Thanks for the read
Lovely!! I definitely could learn from you. Such a gem of a poem. Concise, yet varying pictures and shades of meaning. There is conflation in your poem. Subtle and present. I love your poem cj.
Really nicely done, well wrought with lots there but still it stays close. I liked your words.
Nice, tight write from you. Very enjoyable!
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