I left a poem on the side of the highway last night.
With every exhale, words, like litter, escaped me
To flee-float out and about and along,
Only to land soon thereafter in a series of tiny little thuds
On the side of the road.
There, with the cigarettes butts and empty soda cans…
There, with shredded paper and one inexplicably-single lost shoe…
There, without conscious thought, and perhaps necessarily so,
I dumped it.
I thought, 'Maybe I should have rolled the windows up'.
Then, it occurred to me...
I left a poem on the side of the highway last night -
Right where it belonged.
you may have dropped a poem on the sidewalk, Chris, but, you know what, it did not lie there for long: the winds of faith blew them my way, and I inhaled them and am filled with poetic proteins. This is 10+, chris
Not a second look? Well...well thought out well written poem 10/10
How we get into writing a poem is to leave our words on the highway first....is it? interesting
A very good write, however, don't put any more of your poems along the highway, someone else may find them. I give you a ten plus also please read and give your opinion of my poem 'The Brightest Star'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I left a poem on the side of the highway last night - Right where it belonged. some thoughts better be orphaned! !