Poem 20160407

i couldn’t wait to leave this town
by mule or bus or wagon train
and let the memories all fade
the bells though never seem to fade
i hear them ringing from the town
above the mournful clacking train
clack of wheel on iron–o, train,
the distance should recede, should fade
the hallmark past, the breathing town
the town is here, the train just fades

the secret keeper
Weekly Writing Prompt #31
(5) Words: | TOWN | TRAIN | FADE | HEAR | HALL |


National Poetry Month
NaPoWriMo Day 7

Poem 20160103

they stick in your throat
the words
they struggle
under your adam’s apple
a constriction
a spasm of the muscles
poorly coordinated nerves
preventing them from exiting

they stick
“i’m sorry”

try to swallow them down
“i was wrong”

let them
let them
let them open your mouth

let them open your mouth
“i was wrong”

let them be heard
“i love you”