Day 1-Day 4

A poem a day, for 14 days.

My aim is to put down on paper what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way                                                               – Ernest Hemingway


=1=

Squeaky Glass Singer

Long Drives

863 Songs, blasted

Peaceful emotions waving goodbye

Foot down, hand on the wheel,

blasted.


=2=

I went to a fire yesterday

20 plus degrees again

Warm bodies at the end of the sun

Everything we knew

This is nice, they said

Not really, he thought

I went to a fire yesterday

To see if it changed, again

Emotionless at the end of the sun

Everything we knew

This isn’t nice, they said.

You made this, he thought

I went to a fire yesterday

To see if it changed


=3=

hot

with strength

no nip in the air not for a while now

the clouds and the sun

so they fought

hot

100 kilometers

standing in the way for a while now

the clouds and the sun

like they should


=4=

Family burdens, a struggling love

Holocene–a vacancy

Like a hundred trees, dead centre in the forest

Or a pack of wolves

A family may fight, the strong and the willed

Stand and be stretched

Like a New York suited building

No plain to ruin, no rain to pelt

Holocene–a vacancy

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About dawsoleh

Pre-Vet at University of Lethbridge, hopeful 17-year-old writer, alternative music fanatic, an over thinker at heart. Mayfair, Saskatchewan, Canada
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