Cylinder Shape

Evokes thoughts

Of dreaded canned soup.

Blue cylinder;

Lone figure-

Amidst the frenzy.

Rambles really, for school we had to come up with a concrete poem, a 3D concrete poem. ANd this is what I have for now. I made a cylinder and wrote the above poem on it. I've lost my inspiration! We're doing poetry this month and I started out way good but it seems my imagination has abandoned me.

I read the following poem in class:

Words

Pencil scratches-

Paper's full of patches

No rules to abide.

Teetering on the side

Mind's opened all the latches.