I see
Patches of hope
White clouds of promise
Floating above the virus
Look up!
Rise up
Above the
Gloom and doom that’s creeping
Set your focus higher, freedom’s
Coming
Shape, Concrete, Double Cinquain
NaPoWriMo Day 9–Prompt: Concrete Poem
Nature’s paintbrush
Uses oil and water mix
Concrete canvas
Haiku
I captured this photo today as I was walking out of a store.
It was a very rainy day today but for just a short time the rain let up and the sun came out and that is the time I usually see oil slicks in parking lots.
Well this image stopped me in my tracks because it was not only a pretty oil slick but it was also reflecting a nearby tree in it which I thought made a beautiful scene.
Sitting on concrete,
Her only firm foundation.
Thin white hands held
A small cardboard rectangle,
Instead of two little girls.
Tanka
Grey skies hover
Over grey buildings
Cold concrete
Grey highways
Lifeless yet full of life
Breathing in its grey air
Shadorma
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 