My brain creaks like an old rusted wheel
On a red Radio flyer
Spewing out nonsensical
Poetry, my muse left
Over an hour
Ago, thrashing,
Fighting for
One more
Poem
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
My brain creaks like an old rusted wheel
On a red Radio flyer
Spewing out nonsensical
Poetry, my muse left
Over an hour
Ago, thrashing,
Fighting for
One more
Poem
Love the opening simile – and I used to love my red wagon! Though you say it is nonsensical, there is much here that makes sense and is so fitting for the last prompt of the half marathon! Well done!
This is a delight. It captures exactly how I felt at the 12th hour! Well done.
I love the playfulness you packed into this.