Concrete
Today’s prompt was an interesting one. It was to write a ‘concrete’ poem - a poem that has its own shape/form. Like this poem or this one.
Here are my attempts (plural). The second one was supposed to be some kind of vase or bottle.
It was
just a
piece
of art
but it provided a nice place
to sit at any
time of day
it holds
what-
ever
is placed
inside of it
so perfectly
not unlike the
gentle way you
held my hand