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,
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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'
I left a poem on the side of the highway last night - Right where it belonged. some thoughts better be orphaned! !
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
A good one! Maybe this is what I ought to try, too, for a change: leave a poem out in the night - for a change to my almost daily arranged poetry bouquets sent in the early mornings SMS, which tomorrow definitely will have included this poem now.
Captivating language. I love the earthiness of uniting litter and poetry.
Christine, what a remarkable piece, stunning imagery...i loved the line..With every exhale, words like litter....brilliant! ! ! 10/10 from me. I'll be reading more of your genius writes. best wishes Jon.
It stared me back with its flaming beady eyes a poem left on the side of highway like a deeply inhaled cigarette butt Very beautiful-
sweet words. like ur poem :)