Orphanage
Sep 17th, 2009 | By Carla Dodd | Category: Poetry | 325 viewsParade-perfect lines of cars
stare with longing
headlights wide open
at passers by
antennas tapping code against the wind:
“please take me home with you”
Convertible tops open
moon roof windows ready to reveal the kiss of sun
engine guitars ready to wail open road
poised to blend with the hum of traffic
rush of wind
asynchronous brass of gridlock.
But they sit, lonely
silent
longing
While the headmasters and headmistresses
trudge randomly, drinking coffee
wiping smudges
praying to send even one of their flock
home.
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About writebrain: Content Editor, Troubadour 21 - Thanks to Mr. Gackstetter, my eighth grade creative writing teacher who let us write for extra credit if we didn't like our assignments, I have been a poet (on and off) since I was 13. I have a degree in journalism and have written more than 1,000 article, but really started into literary writing for good in the past few years. My work has been published online at Erotique and Poetry Life and Times, and I have been published in college publications and as part of a collection, After the Storm. View my work at www.yourewritedear.com |
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