This is a poem I'm playing around with. Poetry is not my strength, but my writing class in the fall is "Advanced Poetry Workshop," so I figure I should start practicing. I'm sure I will change this a thousand times more, and I will look back and regret posting it this early (or just change it). I'm open to feedback, though. Plus, it shows where I am right now. Things don't come out perfect right away. Poetry is hard work. I still have a lot of work to do on this, but check it out.
Michigan
freezes, thaws
freezes, thaws,
leaving
open-wounds in once
solid sidewalks.
The roads,
blatantly
broken like people
who drive them slowly,
rolling by orange
cones and politically incorrect,
“Men Working”
signs, in dust-covered
cars that can’t
stay clean.
2 comments:
Good concept.
I worked in construction under my dad for a while, as you know i think. So I've been hearing about freeze thaw cycle since I was a kid. And yes, all the stereotypes about construction workers are true. And oh the things I learned.
you go from sidewalks to roads, It might be better to stick to one or the other.
"under construction" is under construction eh.
I like this idea. I will play around with it. Thanks, Jordan.
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