outside, inside

Verbless poetry is exactly what it sounds like: poetry without verbs. An attempt to tell a story or convey a feeling using only images or objects, no actions. Here's a verbless poem about today:

outside

cold, grey light

shadows watery and pale

conspiratorial stormclouds

and a bitter, biting wind

stinging exhaust and the stink

of asphalt, hot tar

thundering engines of overhead planes

squealing tires, an argument

concrete towers and row upon row of

smooth, featureless rectangles of glass

inside

potted plants--succulent, cacti

an old bookshelf

the bathrobe and slippers

thin carpets, worn wood

knitted blankets, musty

a thin layer of dust

curled, sleeping cat

soft breath

chipped mug

steaming tea

familiar silence