The Road Home

wet today
I’ll take the long way
don’t want to slide
around hills and bends

I like the bit
where home is close
on days like this
late afternoons

evenings
cosy inside
hot food and armchairs
hugs

A cut-up poem based on a WordsFlow timed writing exercise posted in my writer's journal.


Submitted to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #102
and to dverse Open LinkNight #48

Obama the President

Oh how ecstatic.  

At last, I thought, 

And liked him so much, 

his Yes We Can slogan 

reminiscent,

It’s Time!

But it hasn’t turned out 

‘What chance

have they given him?’

someone asks.

I don’t know. 

Couldn’t he have closed 

Guantanamo? am I naive?  

Anyone, of course,

better than George 

personable, and his family

And has a brain

ought to have been 

the Messiah some of us 

but in truth 

seems weak.

And a damn sight more 

warmongering 

What good 

killing Bin Laden? 

him and Hilary and co 

all sitting around 

watching it on TV, 

like murder was GOOD 

chilling banality. 

No I don’t say Bin Laden 

was right or good or anything

But still. 

‘Two wrongs don’t make’

those values

long gone now.

A 'cut-up' poem, made from a prose timed writing in response to a prompt at WordsFlow writers' group.