Day 09: Write a concrete poem. Like the shape of a Christmas tree. Or the shape of a human body! Go on and read :') I have words strung together,
That could pull on your imagination forever
I could offer anecdotes everytime you meet me,
Or I would dish out a fictional story!
There could be times where you could jump to any chapter,
If you claim me, I help you look dapper!
My genres vary with your interest,
And if you pick me, you would be a lot less distressed.
My fragrance would have you addicted,
With stories that could be twisted,
You could savour me with all delight,
After all I would be your escape from this plight!
I could be hard, or supple,
I could be spiraled subtle,
But there's one thing I would assure,
It's that you would feel joy
Pick and me and you would be ensured,
Of being a part of every plot.
I have a variety of prose to offer,
I could be served with coffee or tea and saucer
Be it poetry, stories, biographies or such
Or even scribbles, tales, anything you touch,
It would be ready at your service,
All you have to do is pick!
I could make you smile,
Or make you run a mile,
I could put so many emotions on display,
Leave you with a fantasy to portray!
Now that you have reached so far,
Let me call you to my lair,
For I can bring every imagination of yours alive,
For I am a book, so I wouldn't have to strive. //@theramblingwriter