Writing Roads

 

You write a sentence that paves a street where 

Verbs and nouns drive their cars over the bumpy

Gravel of the first draft  

Traversing avenues that didn’t previously exist before

a thought took this off-ramp and with it brought

an idea who had an opinion needing a ride and now the street continues

 Making known the unknown map of your mind.

 

And before long you’re at the intersection of Lost and Found

But the words back up into a bottleneck because Found has heavy traffic

And Lost is a one-way street in the wrong direction

And some adverb sticks his head in your window asks you if you want your windshield washed,

And a large predicate is tailgating a little too close,

And you sideswipe some thoughts you had forgotten were there

So you decide to run the light.  

 

But there are not enough words on the other side so you end up in a ditch 

Unscathed because there were no verbs written there yet to hurt you

And a cop on a motorcycle appears and asks for your registration 

and you tell him

I’m the writer here, sir.

 

He says you were writing recklessly…

You almost hit a conjunction,

And there were KIDS on that street and you say,

I wrote that street and he arrests you,

And the judge gives you a sentence that you don’t like,

So you revise it

So that now you’ve sailed in with the next wave and 

Are resting on a beach, adjectives all very tropical, 

verbs wafting, minding their business,

And thirst quenched by a delicious noun. 

 

Comments

[Jill Allison Bryan aka Creative Oasis Coach]

Brilliant. Have you considered a book of poetry for your next publication?

[jill]

i will now. Thanks Creative Oasis Coach!
xxx