Wednesday, September 21, 2011

3WW: Yawn, Race, Dull

I packed a few things
in a paper bag

ran out to the car
and raced off quickly

before you noticed.
My phone rang

almost immediately.
"I saw what you did.

I can't trust you.
You lied. Don't call

me again." And I hung up.
I had no where to go

but I started driving.
The night yawned

and I could smell
the bad breath

of an uncertain future.
Raindrops dulled

my windshield. Or maybe
it was tears. I drove

all night. I followed
the half moon into life.

7 comments:

jaerose said...

I love these little paper bags..you have to hold them tight to keep them from the rain..I like the half moon..a healthy mix of hope and reason..Jae

Felicity said...

Oh my God. I love this. The imagery, the sadness of it all, the "plot" - everything. Great work! :)

Sheilagh Lee said...

Great imagery in this one.very deeply felt poem.

gautami tripathy said...

There was never a dull moment. A poem with a wonderful pace..

while the instrument plays

andy sewina said...

Phew, gritty stuff!

oldegg said...

This piece was a great read. Succinct, no guessing what happened but the realisation of the event is etched in every word.

Rallentanda said...

Wonderful poem...I was there with you!

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