WFSC Creative Writing Facilitators, Mike Deregowski and Kelsey Hoople, challenge you to participate in national poetry month. 1 poem per day for 30 days with no working ahead. 😉
Overall theme 'When Life Changes'.
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Day 11 | April 11th | Washed Out
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DAY 11- WASHED OUT
While travelling one day
To meet her gals at the lake,
a cloud opened up.
Fast wipers worked hard,
Black road became blurred,
No shoulder to stop.
She slowed to a crawl,
Heart thumped with the hail,
Minutes seemed more.
Then the sun hit the sky,
She exhaled and drove on
Harry Connick on play.
The wet road curved south
When the wheels hydroplaned
To a washed-out low bridge.
Time slowed. She resigned.
The car slid. To a ditch.
Double deep in long grass.
Unhurt but alone
Despair followed her step out
To an echo forlorn.
Did you know… Guardian Angels
Drive old Lincoln Continentals
Packing ropes and sure smiles?
WRITTEN BY LANA O’NEILL APRIL, 2021
April 11th – Washed Out
Intent on completion, my focus ahead
Nothing can stop me from making my way
No plans for diversions or detour instead
Perceiving no road blocks, naught to delay.
Tunnel vision, one purpose, success lies ahead
Obstacles rising unexpected that day
No means for alternate ways to progress
Left with the fallout when not gone my way.
Had I just planned a bit more open-eyed
So drastic an outcome there would never be
Knowing that destiny is more than the ride
Significant changes would not hamper me.
Despite the route you might want to go
Rest assured there is much more, no doubt
For having a back-up to your original plan
Gives peace of mind should…
Washed Out
April 11, 2021
A trunk found,
Long ago misplaced.
Building collapsed to the ground,
Filling the empty space.
Washed out by flood.
For decades it remained,
Undisturbed.
until one day, it’s saved
pulled from the wreck; unearthed.
Washed out by weather.
The trunk is opened;
And the past revealed.
Photos, faded but not broken
Fifty years sealed.
Washed out by time.
In the pictures, who were they?
Someone knows, of course.
One of these years; one of these days,
A life will change; memories restored.
A past no longer washed out.