Whittled Words – Concrete Poem

 

 

Welcome to the weekly series, Whittled Words. A series highlighting the innumerable types and styles of poetry to challenge any creative wordsmith. This week’s selection:

 

CONCRETE POEM

 

Concrete poetry, sometimes referred to as ‘sculpted poetry’, is one of the more experimental poetic forms available to poets. Concrete poems use structure and space to communicate the meaning of the words as a visual representation. In this way, concrete poetry is one of the most visual poetic forms.

These shapely poems can be read apart from their forced visual form and still be understood clearly. However, the shape is meant to add to the beauty, not detract from it. Of course, concrete poetry has plenty of detractors because of the weight structure has on the words, but as much thought goes into concrete poetry as any other form.

There are no requirements for this form. And, although it is an open form of poetry, the creative poet can find a way to include meter or rhyme scheme should they wish. The hardest part for me was finding a way to create the desired shape while writing within a standard word processing software. Takes a little time, good word choices, and a bit of creative editing, like additional spaces between words to hold the shape of one line to the next.

 

 

 

Examples of Concrete Poems:

 

 

EASTER WINGS

by George Herbert

 

 

Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store,

Though foolishly he lost the same,

Decaying more and more,

Till he became

Most poore:

With thee

O let me rise

As larks, harmoniously,

And sing this day thy victories:

Then shall the fall further the flight in me.

My tender age in sorrow did beginne

And still with sicknesses and shame.

Thou didst so punish sinne,

That I became

Most thinne.

With thee

Let me combine,

And feel thy victorie:

For, if I imp my wing on thine,

Affliction shall advance the flight in me.

 

 

SONNET IN THE SHAPE OF A POTTED CHRISTMAS TREE

By George Starbuck

 

*

O

fury-

bedecked!

O glitter-torn!

Let the wild wind erect

bonbonbonanzas; junipers affect

frostyfreeze turbans; iciclestuff adorn

all cuckolded creation in a madcap crown of horn!

It’s a new day; no scapegrace of a sect

tidying up the ashtrays playing Daughter-in-Law Elect;

bells! bibelots! popsicle cigars! shatter the glassware! a son born

now

now

while ox and ass and infant lie

together as poor creatures will

and tears of her exertion still

cling in the spent girl’s eye

and a great firework in the sky

drifts to the western hill.

 

 

ARLINGTON

By Brad Osborne

 

Alabaster markers

perfectly aligned,

where those who

willing gave a life

now lie enshrined.

The many names

of the bravest women and men are carved in stone and

remembered then. The sons and daughters, the husbands

and wives, who for their country gave their lives. Freedom

born in their sacrifice. Cherished gift bought with highest

price. The souls laid to rest in long, neat rows. A final and

fatal honor given in the tears that flow. A salted dew falls

on the grass. And,

winds of war blow

from our conflicts

past. As far as the

living eye can see,

our heroes sleep

in their reverie. We

live on by grace but

they do not. They

have earned their

hallowed resting

spot. And guarded

by a soldier alone,

is a monument to

the ones unknown.

 

 

 

I hope you have enjoyed this entry to the series, Whittled Words. I look forward to your comments, and if you dare, maybe share your own Concrete poem. Thanks for reading!

 

 

 

Comments
15 Responses to “Whittled Words – Concrete Poem”
  1. In any form or format, your chosen words bring a reverie to our country’s brave who unselfishly died to protect our freedoms. Greatly enjoyed!

  2. beth says:

    i’m a fan of concrete poems and haven’t really tried to master this form, but have dabbled in it. thank you for the great message in yours today

  3. kristianw84 says:

    Excellent poem! Your words remind us of the cost of our freedom. A reminder to pause, reflect, and thank those fallen soldiers. It also brings comfort to the families left behind, knowing someone cares enough about their hero to write poetry, and even better, from someone who served our country! I don’t know if I’ve ever thanked you for your service, but if I have, I’ll never stop, and if I haven’t, this is the first of many. I’m grateful, I’m in awe, and you’re my hero! Not just for what you’ve done, but for who you are! Much love, respect, and admiration! ❤

    I’m also impressed by poems that are written to form a shape. I imagine it’s tricky. Thank you for sharing!

    • Brad Osborne says:

      Thank you, Kristian! I am honored to have served the country I love, though I would not consider myself a hero. I am one of the lucky ones who got to come home.

      The concrete form is tricky, but not from a writing stand point. It is just difficult to work with shapes in modern word processing software. A publishing software like MS Publisher, probably would make it much easier.

      Thanks for all your kind words and love! ❤😘❤

  4. Jim Borden says:

    A wonderful tribute both to the concrete form, as well as to our soldiers…

  5. This was very informative. Loved your poem. A beautiful tribute to soldiers.

  6. Francisco Bravo Cabrera says:

    Definitely a challenge and quite a beautiful poem you wrote to emphasise today’s teaching! Great work Brad, really interesting this type of form!

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