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2020 was terrible, and that
Is quite the understatement.
And yet... There were gifts;
Should I feel guilty for saying that?

Oh, for months, I needed no shoes
To say nothing of brakes & wheels
Then, unforeseen urgency at work
My meat jail is needed at the office

Footwear was such a weird sensation.
But that is nothing, to the next sight.
The busy road, one that always jammed...
EMPTY! This is a miracle! Beyond miraculous!

Why, the drive to work, never so smooth!
The time it took, how amazingly short!
And all this, at safe and careful speeds!


And now, everyone is back on the road again.
Worse, social distancing between humans
Also became a thing, I sorely missed
Jams on the roads, sardines among humans.
1st entry for the SouthEast Asia Poetry Writing Month (SEAPoWriMo).
neth jones May 14
uncut grass
   casts long shadows by night
animated on the inside
   of our basement windows
elongating and dashing away
   projected by the passing traffic
no mow may (May 2021)
Zoe Mae Feb 7
I will get nowhere faster than you
Just look at the yellow lights I'm blowing through
Yes, for a moment it seems you have the edge
But you drive with your heart instead of your head
I saw that no u-turn coming for miles
You cut me off, and I was all smiles
In reality we both have nowhere to get to
But I'm gonna get there faster than you
Traveler Nov 2021
This to shall pass
leaving it’s impurities
a quag·mire of injustice
on a path of tyr·an·ny

At the counter
I paid my fine
a blessing the judge
didn’t give me any time!
Traveler 🧳 Tim

I am always blessed!!!
Raven Feels Aug 2021
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, the faint of the heart is the vision of blood on a love's dart:-/

mine to love
like a broken bottle of wine trickling from above
mine to lose
the death of leaves with an odor to choose

nerve visions times of sadness
like books left unread and ghosts of madness
the radio silences the alone
the heart of blood grew a heart of bone

speaks in gazes
like a reach of hands before a car crash embraces
stares in orange roses
the lost up space the past dream exposes

all too well prefer rivers not seas
like when the window winds shuffled with car keys
green grass shades and shields
the depressing autumn can be the golorious of all fields

bestest trees of lights in luminaire
like the colors of stolen Augusts and the Jupiter
before the shot of a wounded summer
the listen of violens and the heard bird hummer

now empty lines on empty pages
like a no remember of the highlights of the faces
with the drawn pencil a smoking scent evoked
expressions painted in coffee and lost letters in the cold  

                                                        ­    -------ravenfeels
Jaxey Apr 2021
"I feel nothing"
she said
as she lied down
on the cold empty road
not knowing which direction to go

"what's it like"
I asked her
over the phone
while stuck in traffic
just trying to get to work
Grace Haak Mar 2021
Start by hitting snooze
Twice for good measure
Leave the house just a few minutes later
Turning right into a jam
A thick, slow traffic jam
Viscous car molasses
But much less sweet
Sit there for a second
Simmering in sweat
Your blood begins to boil
Your hands begin to clench
Grip the steering wheel
Watch the clock tick time away
Curse your screeching alarm
Curse the convertible in front of you
Curse Monday mornings
Curse anything but yourself
Know that screaming at the cars
Won’t make that red turn green
But do it anyway
Honk your horn
Flash an unfavorable finger
To the vehicles doing the same to you
How is it rush hour
When everything is lagging
Your will to move is sagging
Roll your eyes at the radio
Wishing listeners a good morning
Oblivious to your mini meltdown
Once you can peel away
And break through that barrier
Sprint down that street
Swerving aggressively
Whip into the parking lot
Pretend your throat isn’t hoarse
And your knuckles aren’t white
Go about your day
Get excited for tomorrow morning
Tuesdays are better
how-to poem
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