The Curve In The Road

Putting My Feet in the Dirt Prompt#1- Creases and Curves

Landscape with Storm
Franz Von Stuck

Turn here

stop there

are you on the right track?

Are you absolutely  sure?

 

Proceed with caution

beware take care

are you going to fast? No?

Are you absolutely sure?

 

Are you reckless

feckless, don’t care if you jump the curb?

Are you concerned for the safety of others?

Yes? Are you absolutely sure?

 

Every line carved on my face

every crease etched across my brow

every sleepless night I’ve  watched the moon set

will have to be enough to show I cared.  I’m absolutely sure.

 

The Woods

Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: Repudiate

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I buried your face

your voice

the smell of your hair

caked with nicotine and  perfume

in the woods behind my house.

 

I burned your books

your newspaper clippings

about a world gone mad

in a metal drum

in the woods behind my house

 

I lined a hole

with cheap cement

and dropped your bones into it, with glee

instead of letting them run wild

in the woods behind my house.

 

I say a curse

and a prayer

for everything that I keep

and sometimes visit, when I am feeling weak

in the Woods behind my house.