Category: Poetry

23.05.17

Wished it would
Whip me up and
Whisk me away.

It was the wind
is what I’m talking
about.

Because it felt as if
It would,
Drag me serenely
not kicking
or screaming
somewhere else

I felt it flow
Over me
And when I closed my eyes I
Waited until it would.

clearly
it never did.

Written in May 2017, never posted until now. 

11.05.17

Reposted from Drafts on October 30, 2019

Tuesdays seem to go so slow
Ad breaks on the radio

Two eggs, coffee
Fried potato

Steel-toed boots in the
Heavy Snow

(I used to love writing stupid poetry like this on the last blog, unfortunately and mostly due to my own ignorance I lost all of it, but this is a rewrite of my favourite).