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For this week’s prompt, write a
broken down poem. Write about cars, lawn mowers, or the human spirit. So many possibilities for things and people to break down. Write one!
For this week’s prompt, write a
broken down poem. Write about cars, lawn mowers, or the human spirit. So many possibilities for things and people to break down. Write one!
BREAKDOWN
Written by John Yeo
A very smooth journey, so far,
Much to our delighted surprise.
The aircraft was in very good shape,
Except for the occasional rattle.
A very smooth flight coming here,
Touch down smoothly, my fears subside.
Our hired car was not so great,
A banger that had seen many a battle.
A really good scenic route by car,
Through the hot dry desert, how time flies.
A rattle, a bang, then sad to relate,
Smoke is pouring from an engine baffle.
We have broken down, very far
From the nearest town of any size,
We can only sit in the car and wait
The heat intense, we share the water bottle.
A convoy arrives and the leading car
Stops to help and to offer a ride
Our prayers are answered, we hesitate
To think there is danger in the offer.
Then beaten and robbed by the thugs
We are stripped of all we possess.
Then left stranded in the desert
Death comes as no surprise. Slowly.
Reawakening in the hospital,
I lie awake from my dream and decide,
I must question the doctor about the state,
Of my mind since my nervous breakdown.
Copyright © Written by John Yeo. All rights reserved.
Written by John Yeo
A very smooth journey, so far,
Much to our delighted surprise.
The aircraft was in very good shape,
Except for the occasional rattle.
A very smooth flight coming here,
Touch down smoothly, my fears subside.
Our hired car was not so great,
A banger that had seen many a battle.
A really good scenic route by car,
Through the hot dry desert, how time flies.
A rattle, a bang, then sad to relate,
Smoke is pouring from an engine baffle.
We have broken down, very far
From the nearest town of any size,
We can only sit in the car and wait
The heat intense, we share the water bottle.
A convoy arrives and the leading car
Stops to help and to offer a ride
Our prayers are answered, we hesitate
To think there is danger in the offer.
Then beaten and robbed by the thugs
We are stripped of all we possess.
Then left stranded in the desert
Death comes as no surprise. Slowly.
Reawakening in the hospital,
I lie awake from my dream and decide,
I must question the doctor about the state,
Of my mind since my nervous breakdown.
Copyright © Written by John Yeo. All rights reserved.
Image supplied and credited by Ermilia
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