wipers swish
squeak and flop
clear the glass
rain keeps on
won’t give up
travel on
singing tunes
you and me
journey home
—-
It’s the power of three today in theĀ Garden. Here’s a Tricube.
wipers swish
squeak and flop
clear the glass
rain keeps on
won’t give up
travel on
singing tunes
you and me
journey home
—-
It’s the power of three today in theĀ Garden. Here’s a Tricube.
Night one –
So noble of me
giving up a soft mattress
to sleep on the couch
It’s only three nights
I can sleep anywhere
Night two –
I hope they appreciate
those comfortable beds
there is a bar poking my
back – maybe I should
sleep sideways –
nope
Night three –
So stupid of me
giving up a real mattress
my back aches before
I even lie down
what was I thinking
being noble is for the young
—-
PAD Day 3 at Poetic Asides – take the words Three (blank) and make them the title of your poem.