Frosted Poetry

tiny icicles,frost,winter,hard grost,iced over,


the old man tells us stories

man tells us stories


of when he was

a boy

before the white


to his face like

hoar frost



I wrote this for a #ShapePoetry prompt on January 15, 2017. The poem’s shape is supposed to remind you of the tiny white frost that sticks up like spikes.



Last Times ~ shape poetry

So I am super excited!! I wrote a poem last night that was shape poetry. I love shape poetry and have been trying to do it with long poems for years, and failing. Maybe if I try it with micropoetry I will have better success; what do you think? There is an account on Twitter that tweets out prompts for shape (or visual or concrete) poetry on Saturdays and Sunday’s, check them out HERE