Hold up! What would you do? Get on my feet and stop makin' tired excuses!
YEAH! That's what I'm talkin' 'bout. (Points if you get the above quote without checking.) Here is day 15's effort. FYI, some of these poems obviously still need tweaked, so any suggestions anyone has would be most welcome!
Peace OUT.
Outing
We have
arrived at a destination
that no one quite
expected.
The bus
comes to a smoky halt
and we are
invited to disembark,
taking with
us the scrunched up
crisp
packets and the scent
of the
travellers’ unrest.
The driver,
a good man on the whole;
balding but hiding
his vexation;
will not be
joining us.
He must go with
the bus,
like a faithful
hound trailing his master
as his
master practices dying.
Just you and
I for exploration today then, dear.
What are we
looking for?
Why did we
come?
A goldcrest
chirrups,
a plucky
little kinglet bothering the branches.
You fear you
have packed too much
for a day’s
jaunt just out of town,
I can see it
in your face.
Something about
the way you awkwardly hold
the straps of
your backpack like two kite strings
caught in a
strong drag.
Pass out the
sandwiches, dear, let’s relax.
No mayo for
you though,
you’re avoiding
white foods.
Tell me
about your blood pressure,
I’m dying to
hear; so are the woods,
from what I
can tell.
They are
quiet for this audience with you,
the river
running at half-speed,
the eggs not
yet hatched to interrupt
with their cries
of instant hunger.
The floor is
yours in this moment, dear.
Later, as
darkness draws over us
like a child
with a thick black marker,
we walk,
hand in hand towards the bus stop
hating one
another more and less than before.
The lights
sprout up over the crest of the hill
like two irrational
hairdos
and we are
pricked back into existence.
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