Sunday, May 10, 2009

traveling alone/ west

the face
it smiled

the pen
it wrote

the food
was eaten

babies
gotten

wine
drunk

yards
trimmed

the pen
kept writing

kids
grew

the face
stopped smiling

arguments
had

hotel rooms
occupied

long nights
passed

pen
writing

suitcases
packed

screams
screamed

fights
terminated

traveling alone
west

2 comments:

The Rambling Taoist said...

That poem told the story of many a life.

CM said...

Yes it is. But we are never alone. Thanks so much for coming by, and the comment.