Traveling Mercies

Today’s poetry writing prompt is to write a travel poem about getting from Point A to Point B.  I took this with me as I walked with Steve to meet his mom for breakfast at a cafe on North Avenue.  Here’s what I came up with:

Suburban sidewalk, cement sanitation

Fighting blight from untidy dandelions

Writhing, withered stems polluted, poisoned

Preventing spreading superfluous seeds


Muddy raindrop crater-pocked parkway

Mini helicopter maples, twin neon confetti

Mossy black trunks, petal-splashed branches

Tinny worm smell, saturated iris-limp toilet paper


Hiking boots treading asphalt pathways

Longing for the purity beneath.


Yesterday’s rain has left a distinct damp chill over everything.  I miss the golden sunMy mood is slow and overcast as well, but I think I’ve had an epiphany in the recent “relationship talks” we’ve been having.  A serious and positive epiphany, too complicated to explain.  I never knew that shock and denial could last four years and then drop in an instant.  I feel like a snail without her shell.  Perfect for crawling about a rain-soaked environment. 

4 thoughts on “Traveling Mercies

  1. The way from Point A to Point B
    Can be direct
    the two points determining the line
    a crow may fly
    if it weren’t for a sudden
    throat-filling joy at the wind’s
    brief staccato gusts
    twisting that line astray.

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