Not my comfort zone, here is a concrete poem. Not sure how poetic it is, but it is surprisingly fun to do.
This is what was happening in our house while we were away. EDIT: Please ignore the underscoring and backslashes. Turns out formatting concrete poetry on WordPress is a nightmare.
_____ __________attic
___________the crawl
______in space
Somethingvitalhas rustedthrough
overf l
rises o
slowly w
the water i
And n
_____________g onto and
into the eaves,
__________through plaster
and drips
______drips
________d
to form damp planets
_________r
and coffeestain monsters
_________i
which grimace down at me
_________p
from the bedroom ceiling
__________s
As I stare up, full of dread.
Tom Juniper Poetry 