
Thumbing Kerouac again with a sigh
Yearning to be back on the road once more
The vines of fear wrap around my thigh
Rooting me here to tap at the door
The flash of sky will release the rain
The vanishing days despoil this trip
Blind to the trickles down the pane
And the candle top’s constant drip
Strong we are in the sun
Knowing one day
the rains will come
Submitted to WDYS #252 (picture prompt above) and Wordle #669 (12 words below)
Today I’m feeling:
A little bit better again, thankfully. I did sleep in this morning, though, which probably helped.
Health:
Physical: 6
Mental: 7
Today I’m grateful for:
The lady at the post office who put up with my bullshit, asking her to give me prices on a package, with me taking bits out and then asking for a new price… and then asking for other available options and those prices. I wai’d her sincerely afterwards.
The best thing about today was:
Finding that someone had put up the latest Stewart Lee special on YouTube, and I watched it immediately as there’s a good chance it will soon get taken down again.


ah! I hear the road calling us to Kerouac’s poetic words flowing beautifully in your poem my friend. 🙂
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Thank you. 🙏 It’s been a while since I read any K. In my mind he’s a teen/twenties read.
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You welcome.
Kerouac was such an incredible writer for his time and has influenced many generations today. 🙂
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A beautiful and evocative poem Tenzenmen. Thanks for joining in.
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Thanks Sadje. 🙏
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You’re welcome 😉
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