Spades- Shape poetry

Note: This is a shape poem. In the case of messing up of its design, your small screened mobile phone will be seen as guilty. The poet won’t be blamed as unsuccessful in her first attempt of shape poetry.



Of all soliloquies

Dig the heart to the core

When the days without a word,

Become a seized detestable necessity

A thousand conversations are found inside,

Which I could have discovered with me and you,

But such spade; such spades are modest

They work

In a modesty,

Of solitary darkness.



16 thoughts on “Spades- Shape poetry

  1. It’s been so long!! This was lucid and apt.. Nailed it! Also, love how beautifully you have customized your blog.. Keep it up bub :*

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    1. Yes! Really very long since we had a word 😦
      Thanks for being here again. I’d just lost the track of your blog. I’d been searching for ‘’ instead! Now I realise why i couldn’t reach your site :’)

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  2. Oh I have been notoriously erratic with my posts, so it definitely makes sense.. Although now I’ll try and be more consistent with updating my blog and there has been a change in the name too. Hope to find you there! ❤ Keep your posts coming 🙂 A manifold growth I see in your blog really!

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