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Monday, 11 February 2019

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is the brain child of Diane from On The Alberta Montana Border (you can find her in my side bar).  For quite some time now Diane has provided us (that's just me and Jenny for the moment but we would love some company) with a weekly theme.  Diane, however, has abandoned us for the beaches of Hawaii (well, we're not truly sure where she is) and a lovely long vacation.  She has left us to a land of snow and bitter winds to fend for ourselves and we, we have risen to the challenge and provided ourselves with themes for Poetry Monday.  I provided snow and ice (wow what an imagination), Jenny with socks, I came up with soup last week and this week Jenny has provided 'driving' as our theme.  These are all themes that in this bitter month of February are front and foremost on our minds.Why not join us this week and write a short or long, rhyming or not, poem.  It's a brave new world.  Come on, you can do it.


Driving

My husband used
to drive the car.
He drove it near,
he drove it far
and in my seat beside him
I used to drive him crazy.
"You're too near
or you're too far."
From every passing truck and car.
I'd tell him this
and much, much more.
He used to get a little sore
because I'd drive him crazy.
Now he can't drive,
it's up to me
and I don't like to drive
you see.
My 'passenger' gets 'even' with me
and now HE drives ME crazy.

And that, my friends, is a true story.  Now come on...let's see what you can do.

For anyone who wants to play along, the theme for next weeks Poetry Monday is, ta da, WINTER WINDOWS.

8 comments:

  1. I am a quiet passenger. I do apply the passenger brake though - which drives my driver crazy.

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  2. Your poem made me laugh. I don't drive so usually refrain from telling anyone driving me how to do it. Mostly I catch buses and trains and let those drivers get me safely to my destination.

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  3. Well done, I love your poetry as there is always humour in there. We are going through car sharing at the moment and my goodness is my husband a back street driver! He is very competitive and gets really annoyed if I leave gaps or give way too much to people - I can't see the problem myself - we will get there in the end and preferably in one piece!

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  4. Excellent, and probably typical (Sweetie and i agree not to holler in the car unless impact is imminent). My poem is about delivery driving.

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    1. Went to read your poem and it\s a good one. Head on over everyone and read MessyMimi's entry for poetry Monday.

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  5. I am a terrible passenger in the front seat. I now read the news on my phone instead of looking at my husband’s driving. Believe it or not, the news gives me less anxiety.

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  6. Ha ha! What's sauce for the goose . . . :) I've become less picky about my husband's driving since I started travelling the highways by myself. When we're going someplace and he drives, I breathe a big sigh of relief that I don't have to do it :)

    "Winter windows" - I'm curious to see where this one will take you! (and me)

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  7. Hahahaha! Good one, Delores! :)

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