Today I have another poetry attempt for you. C&C always appreciated.
In other news, I’ll be back on the writing bandwagon for NaNoWriMo2017 this fall. After all, Laurel Emperor won’t write itself! We’ll just have to get it in around all this poetry.
The unremembered tune of a forever playing song
That sings every morning
Come snow or come rain
Even though there are times it seems
That bright orb won’t shine again
Over weather beaten streets
And torn up yards
Creeping along fences like feral street cats
Slinking along doors and over patio stones
Reminding the only passenger at the bus stop that she…
Empty world save the groaning hiss of a bus.
To her two little girls
And their big brother
The sunlight wakes them
Even though she’s long gone
The smell of her coffee lingers on,
Rice and tortillas and syrup for breakfast
Brother leaves the girls at home.
His trip to school is equally alone.
The bus stop is full of kids
But he’s brand new.
No companions today, perhaps tomorrow
Won’t be full of unmentioned sorrow.
The girls fight, tussle, and squawk.
But school is never, EVER, forgot.
Right on time, every day.
Ready to make the most out of that school day.
It’s not yet 7:45,
For the moment