#NaPoWriMo Concrete Poem


Card in my reading care package from Changing Hands Bookstore 


Stumbling upon
Happy chance
Fortune smiles on you

NaPoWriMo Prompt – Our prompt for the day (optional as always) is inspired by Kaschock’s use of space to organize her poems. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a “concrete” poem – a poem in which the lines and words are organized to take a shape that reflects in some way the theme of the poem. This might seem like a very modernist idea, but poets have been writing concrete poems since the 1600s! Your poem can take a simple shape, like a box or ball, or maybe you’ll have fun trying something more elaborate, like this poem in the shape of a Christmas tree.

Good morning readers and welcome to day nine of napowrimo where we get to write a shape poem. The first time I participated in NaPoWriMo I wrote a concrete poem in the shape of a teapot (the format does not work on mobile devices so I hope everyone is on a computer). Since then I have written a few more concrete poems including teacup dictionary poems.

As it happens the word serendipity has been on my mind. I used it in my April 4 post on dreams, thinking our dinner discussion the previous night was rather serendipitous. After that I was looking at my care package from Changing Hands Bookstore and saw the card explaining serendipity – it has suited my needs quite well.

Commander Riker – “Fate. Protects fools, little children, and ships named Enterprise.” (Star Trek)

For anyone interested on a how to teacup dictionary poem. Happy writing! I hope fortune smiles on everyone today as well as the rest of April.

Concrete Poetry

Summer Vacation

Children run home
Free to pester Mom
Slumber parties ensue
Where no child slumbers
Refrains of – I’m bored!
Climb to a crescendo as
The days begin to crawl
When does school start?
Relief’s around the corner
Where did I put the aspirin?



                                                                Tea Time


                                              h                Kettle on
                                                 o        I remember tea      M
                                                    t   pouring water into         i
                                                          cups set to steep           l
                                                          stir in sugar and      k



Today’s #somum topic on twitter is the big draw.  I don’t draw.  Yes, sometimes I doodle but it’s not true drawing.  Believe me there are three people in my house who know how to draw.  But I have gotten pretty good at concrete poetry (poems in shape).  So I am sharing a couple old ones for the somum twitter chat.  They are related to the story of mom.  Especially the top one.  Summer break is over, but the Little One is smack dab in the middle of her fall break.