JOE POEWHIT

Veteran Poet - 1,161 Points (Scratches on the page, making noise. / New York City)

Most Ville - Poem by JOE POEWHIT

An open window home.
MOM'S apple-pie odor roams.
No T.V.- no radio- no phone.
Quiet silent, a cricket alone.
Birds singing high in the tree.
No cars making acid rain free.
Kids play in the farm yard.
No news - to scare the retard.
A long walk on a dirt road.
No signs- curve right- a toad.
Road kill science fiction blues.
No foot sweat from shoes.
HI, neighbor, have a few.
No time clock - early morning dew.
Dreams of tomorrow-HI, friend.
Last time- back then- scroll scent.
Tiny kids with chalk and slate.
Fish pond-let's swim-it's late.
MOM'S apple-pie odor roams.
No computer-no clocks-no metronome.
Sunday at church, praying to GOD alone.

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Form: Blank Verse


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 31, 2016



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