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Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Poetry Febuary 2007
For Febuary 2007 - Add your new writings and comments on the writings of others here in the comments section.
On the corner he paced Traffic morning rush Could he cross Which way and when should he cross
While I impatient at the light Foot on the brake Thinking
What a jerk, don’t you know where you’re going? Please move not when my light goes green I have places to go and the news is of more shootings
I noticed His black leather shoe was untied but finely polished Pants were valiantly pressed
His collar was scruntched in under his obviously new career coat That scratching reminded me that so was mine
And then it was I on the corner Pacing Undecided as to where I was going But trying to do it right It was only an instant and I was back wondering if I had really been
I dialed away from the news to my music Everyone in my view now moved to the beat He stepped firmly back away from the curb And I decided to go with the flow
2 comments:
Roses R Red
Violets are Blue
I'm posting here
What about the rest of you people?
Well here is my effort for this week-
On the corner he paced
Traffic morning rush
Could he cross
Which way and when should he cross
While I impatient at the light
Foot on the brake
Thinking
What a jerk, don’t you know where you’re going?
Please move not when my light goes green
I have places to go and the news is of more shootings
I noticed
His black leather shoe was untied but finely polished
Pants were valiantly pressed
His collar was scruntched in under his obviously new career coat
That scratching reminded me that so was mine
And then it was I on the corner Pacing
Undecided as to where I was going
But trying to do it right
It was only an instant and I was back wondering if I had really been
The attaché he carried was a surprisingly lovely cerulean blue
I dialed away from the news to my music
Everyone in my view now moved to the beat
He stepped firmly back away from the curb
And I decided to go with the flow
© 2008 Audri Phillips
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