In case some of you are confused about what this shape represents, it's nothing in specific. I just randomised a shape while writing about a lost soul wandering and seeking. Otherwise, you are free to perceive it however you want.
Thank you @miraquill for the POD I am not even really sure if I deserve this today, I saw so many beautiful concrete poems, mine is nothing infront of them. Even though thank you so much for appreciating this #concretepoetry#writersnetwork
Earth submerged under ocean in 2070. A mother blue whale who lost its three baby whales talks about the atrocities it faced for decades due to human slaughtery. Evolution has turned me into a mermaid and I can now talk to fishes. Here is an excerpt from one such conversation with the mother blue whale :-
The first one, was strangled to death, fishing gear 'round her neck skin of blue was draped in red Intentionally, intentionally they axed my world to wreck
"Misfortune awaits the one who's cursed to be the largest, Take care of the little gun, I shall now reside the farthest" Choked his voice into brittle, brittle mumbles, I die living in this ocean, yet that ship never stumbles.
The ever glorious tragedy, those humans collapsed But only to lacerate my grief, inflating the width of my cracks I must be star-crossed who happens to live without her heart A petty, petty mother descried her third baby's depart.
~ I lost a billion lives to eventually discern her distress From embracing the catastrophe to terminating to tormenting threats. I break, oh break at the snivels following her pause. How wicked of a human, I really was!