home for the night
parking the car outside the garage
even with directions I can never find my way
or the best of intentions, I’m ashamed to say
Impatient to get on with my evening chores,
I turn to watch my mother at the window,
some strange wind
carries me through
knowing
there are no answers
maybe
it’s the perspective
the moment I made the wish, I knew it was a mistake
cold hard seeds scattering on an unforgiving ground
rise
and soar
hanging white orchids
A contest entry
- Insane Tributes to Favorite Teachers... Build a tribute poem by stealing lines from your own poetry... by Melodies.
600 points, ended March 21, 2008, 14 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Shocked to see that this poem is perfect!
HEY!! How'd you do that??? You might have run this on the featured and poets would have said it is a metaphor gold mine with images that staggered them and the most stunning thoughts, written by a poet who is destined for greatness. 
OH MY GOODNESS! 
WOW!
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