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Today's poem or short story prompt is the word "exhaust / exhausted"
Exhaust
ReplyDeleteI hate goodbyes
I don't like to think this time
Will be the last time
When I was a little girl
My grandmother would visit from Boston
Travel 900 miles to Michigan
Stay two weeks with our family
Then get in her Nova
Point its green body due east
She would not make it four houses
Before my tears would begin
I'd watch the car fade into the distance
I'd wave wildly
Stepping off the curb
Out into the dangerous street
"Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye"
I'd yell
"Come back, come back, come back, come back"
I'd pray to her until
Only the white blue exhaust was visible
I'd cry for a half-hour
(A long time for a ten year old)
Mope the rest of the day
I gave her all my goodbyes
Hundreds or thousands maybe
I used up all of them
For one lifetime
At least
Catherine Powers
April 25, 2013
Copyright 2013
A SHORT LIST
ReplyDeleteOF TERMS THAT ARE
EASILY CONFUSED
tired
I could have sworn
that was the right exit.
Maybe we should get a motel
and start again in the morning.
weary
We've had this argument before,
can't we just agree to disagree?
No?
All right,
then can we at least skip over
the part where you tell me
it's because they didn't try
hard enough?
spent
The yard looks as good as it's
going to look this summer.
Let's get some iced tea and
just sit here a while.
fatigued
If she says "just 5 more to go"
I am going to kill her.
This is not worth it.
It's only 20 pounds.
And besides, I don't like those pants anyway.
exhausted
I
can't
do
this
anymore.
ever.
drained
Just pour that down the sink,
it's mostly corn syrup.
- Mike Fedel
April, 2013