Visual poetry uses a shape to speak. Today, that shape is a sash window: Two stacked rectangles. Four lines per pane. A form that holds stillness. A form that holds breath.

When trauma makes the body want to jump or freeze, form can sometimes help us stay. Now, for some, the opposite is actually true. They find the freedom of no-form liberating at a time when perhaps freedom is most needed. But I offer this simply as an alternative.

Prompt:

So - write a visual poem in the shape of a sash window. Use two stanzas of four short lines each. Make each pane hold its own emotional weather. Think of silence pressed to glass… Think of what you see when you can’t go outside. Two panes. One window. Your language inside it.

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