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)
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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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