handscrawl taped to the drivethru window
had apologized for the caterpillar invasion
tufted stowaway crawlers foisted upon gardens
where Rubber Soul then Green River pour over
the fence, frowning I poke Dianthus bedders down
unconscious glimmerings pushed from my throat
waver billow dive and glide over celadon up to blue
until windowpane sunlight sends my reflection back
to ground me dirtcaked sweaty lump of earth
by Tria Wood
1 Comment
April 13, 2008 at 10:47 pm
Hello Tria~ Welcome to Poefusion. I am pleased you could find a prompt you liked. Spring is definitely in full bloom here and it sounds like someone likes gardening and the Beatles. Your poem is great. Keep up the good work. Have a nice night.