I decided to write a poem of NaPoWriMo's poetry prompt for and aubade. If you want to write your own response, you can go here.
Here's my response...
12am
Short, but
no more.
Upon Monday
sun
I dream awake.
Here's my response...
Washington DC to Hartford
12am
We drive
through New York
George
Washington Bridge
And $14 less.
Our wheels
Succumb penniless
To pothole highway
To mourn the
grief
This Monday
Of bridges
And tolls.
An ode
To arrive
home
At 2am.
All is dark
And urgent,
A bladder
full
And clumsy
Up the back
stairs.
Relief
And then
sleep.
I dream awake.
I do not envy that late night drive back home. Beautifully captured.
ReplyDeleteThis is great! I love your take on the aubade! Driving that late at night is no fun and this poem characterizes it perfectly. (ps dunkin donuts is amazing)
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