Its Cold
Its
cold
Its
bold
Its
fresh
I’m nesh
It burns my exposed flesh
I breathe with ease
No pollen sneeze
No ‘I’m at ease’
In this winter
freeze
Concrete Poem – In the shape of a Cold Shovel
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Its Cold
Its
cold
Its
bold
Its
fresh
I’m nesh
It burns my exposed flesh
I breathe with ease
No pollen sneeze
No ‘I’m at ease’
In this winter
freeze
Concrete Poem – In the shape of a Cold Shovel
Ooh this is good! Great to hear there’s no pollen sneeze for you!
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Thanks 🙂
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A shovel. That’s wonderful!! 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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enjoy the poem, and the shovel 🙂
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Thanks 🙂
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Fun poem, like the shovel 🙂
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Thanks, glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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I love this. I had to look up ‘nesh’ which was fun too. I like the shape, the humour, the personal nuances.
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I love this. I had to look up ‘nesh’ which was fun too. I like the shape, playfulness and your conclusion.
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Thanks, Janice, glad you enjoyed it. Appreciate the feedback 🙂
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Amazing ! 🙂
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Thanks Ada 🙂
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Genius! Love the shape and ideas represented here. (Even thought I am not fond of winter…you made it playful!)
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That’s good to hear, thanks for commenting 🙂
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I like this, how clever to shape the words as well 🙂
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Thanks, it was a fun exercise. Glad you noticed the shape 🙂
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