Poetry Blogs (moving house)
Storm Chasers
Tyre tracks on dirt roads
storm chasers
looking for the eye
or something on the other side
Peddle kisses the floor
world whips past the window
tearing up the old road
headed North, searching for more
We were happy here
(eventually)
but could there be greater happiness
elsewhere
storm is a chorus
always another verse
on the other side…
In some mad way
we’re headed for a great...
Tuesday 7th June 2016 11:24 am
Recent Comments
kimberly on Writer’s Block Strikes Again (22 minutes ago)
Darkest sunflower on Us (30 minutes ago)
Philipos on FOLICULES (1 hour ago)
Philipos on Prayer and God Will Protect Me From Corona (1 hour ago)
Philipos on Little Window Flowers (1 hour ago)
John Coopey on It's Football, But Not As We Know It (1 hour ago)
poemagraphic on It's Football, But Not As We Know It (2 hours ago)
poemagraphic on Just another lie (2 hours ago)
poemagraphic on Two Soups (2 hours ago)
poemagraphic on Prayer and God Will Protect Me From Corona (2 hours ago)