------------------------------------ \ why is it that time slips / \she slides and slithers / \right through these / \ infinite crevices / \found all over / \my greedy / \ hands, / \ like / / • \ / s \ / a \ / n \ / d \ / \ / in the dainty hourglass \ /sitting aloft my skew shelf.\ -----------------------------------------
It took forever to align the slashes to give this poem shape, without them it didn't look like an hourglass. I hope you liked this poem and I'd love it if you commented some links to any shape poetry you've tried out. Hope you enjoyed :)