This poem is like my cell phone pictures. They aren't always wonderful, but I want to remember that creek, that sign, that patch of wildflowers. It may be the same with this poem.
I liked the line lengths when I worked with them aloud, but they were jagged and unsatifactory on the page. Centering helped.
You probably know a group of crows is called a murder. If you don't, the reference would seem odd. A murder. I love that.
I liked the line lengths when I worked with them aloud, but they were jagged and unsatifactory on the page. Centering helped.
You probably know a group of crows is called a murder. If you don't, the reference would seem odd. A murder. I love that.
WRONG WAY HOME
Northwest nowhere,
one more dirt road.
Green,
one more road,
then green.
Crooked,
steep,
next three miles.
Brake check.
Wake check,
Second gear.
one more dirt road.
Green,
one more road,
then green.
Crooked,
steep,
next three miles.
Brake check.
Wake check,
Second gear.
Road kill possum.
Walking crow
calls a murder.
Three show up.
Gravel turnout.
Snaky hill.
Not much company
for miles.
Walking crow
calls a murder.
Three show up.
Gravel turnout.
Snaky hill.
Not much company
for miles.
Needle edging
down to E.
Still must be on 21.
Look for man-made,
God-made, sign.
Landmarks
unfamiliar, wrong.
Saved
by Ozone Baptist Church.
Make it
to the Chat-N-Scat.
down to E.
Still must be on 21.
Look for man-made,
God-made, sign.
Landmarks
unfamiliar, wrong.
Saved
by Ozone Baptist Church.
Make it
to the Chat-N-Scat.