Mama would use her shirt
to wipe it off of my cheeks,
or try, but instead, she would smudge
dreams and hollows beneath my eyes.
...inspired by the "one word challenge" hosted by http://www.arcanumcafe.com The board has an "Exercises and Challenges" section that often serves for my prompts when I have writer's block. A writer will post one word--in this case, "dirt"--and a poet will respond with a four-line effort inspired by the word.
Why don't YOU try to write a four-line poem about dirt and post your work in my comments!
Have fun!
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dirt roads
in the rear view
a cloud of dust
obscures my past
obscures