Life like a ride, ticket at the door.
When it’s her turn, it’s single file.
Standing in line, an hour or more.
Insides churn, excited all the while.
Closed gates, the gears get stuck.
She waits, for what felt like forever.
Music played and she was out of luck.
Until the end..someone pulled the lever.
When sparks flew everything moved.
From one side to the other.
The gate unlocked and she knew
that her ride was over.
Tears won’t change it, time please be kind.
She’s still standing, fair closes at nine.
Writing 201 Poetry is coming to a close and I am sorry to see that it is over. Where did this week go?
Each day brought to my mailbox a new writing prompt and I looked forward to putting something together. It was never clear if I had really followed the directions correctly. I am still not sure if I know how to properly write poetry. What I do know, it was a wonderful time and a lot of my time was spent simply writing. What I did write came from the heart and I’m glad to have participated.
Earlier this week, aunt Eve passed away. Emotion is usually a wonderful conductor for poetry. Even so, it did not feel that way for me. This week has been strange and my words might not be the words that others would expect to hear at a time of loss.
The fair was always a big deal when I was a kid. My mom, aunts and cousins would all go together. Good times. That is what I think of the most when I think of aunt Eve and she made the best rock candy.
I missed some of the prompts on time and will try to continue to finish them (maybe post them back dated).
This, the last assignment of Writing 201: Poetry
“From the tantalizing to the satisfyingly sober, have your poems convey a sense of pleasure today. (Or, if you wish to keep it dark anyway, write about the lack of or longing for that sort of feeling.)”
Today’s form: sonnet
Today’s device: apostrophe