Chai Posted February 25, 2009 Report Share Posted February 25, 2009 Lately when I am feeling sad at nights, thinking about my dad, I find myself leaping out of bed to grab a pen and paper. And I end up writing poems...they really, really help me to feel better. "Pattern"by ChaiThrashing crashing branches on the glassThe ancient thrum of a tired motorWhite sycamore lines sentinelToThe washed up river snakeA cantankerous bridgeThe scribbling inanity of a penScratching in darkness with one bony handTrepidation on the steering wheelNo hot fire burn whiplash down underNo screech fast melody of us on automaticWe slip slide swerve into black night fogOver wilderness and under star symmetryWarm laugh pen chewing companyMy father and I on a trip togetherTo nowhere and Everywhere.~end_____________This sprouted out of a conversation I had with my counselor on Monday about driving around with my dad. Some of my most favorites times with him, were all the times we were driving and talking, on the way to somewhere together. It was a lot of fun, and very personal just me and him time. And he would write while he drove sometimes... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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