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.
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7 comments:

  1. Jae RoseSeptember 21, 2011 at 8:35 AM

    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

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  2. FelicitySeptember 21, 2011 at 10:12 AM

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

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  3. Sheilagh LeeSeptember 21, 2011 at 11:54 AM

    Great imagery in this one.very deeply felt poem.

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  4. gautami tripathySeptember 21, 2011 at 1:06 PM

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

    while the instrument plays

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  5. andy sewinaSeptember 21, 2011 at 7:25 PM

    Phew, gritty stuff!

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  6. Old EggSeptember 22, 2011 at 12:07 AM

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

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  7. RallentandaSeptember 23, 2011 at 9:56 PM

    Wonderful poem...I was there with you!

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