The Ride -- Life Goes On -- a Poem for Sunday Muse

  

                Photo by Robert Doisneau 

                “The Ghost Train,” 1953

 

  The Ride; something special?

Ride of my life I'm looking for 

Too old for ponies I was told 

Truth comes hard not child any more 

Life change, adolescents we were 

Corny jokes tickles and pinches 

Crushes, fickle loves and breakups 

Come scarey tunnel of darkness 

Moments getting more serious 

Teens we learned every part of love  

High school finished my grades were good 

Way too young still, took our chances 

Steamed romances settled on one 

Will marriage be the ride for me 

Cross my fingers hope for good choice

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo inspiration courtesy of Carrie as hosting The Sunday Muse #209, 

http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2022/05/sunday-muse-209.html?m=1 

 - Her other choices today:

- All seemed to me to be stages of a woman's life.  See Carrie's link above for their artist's credits.

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- I have written every day in April for National Poem Writing Month, I hope you can classify all as poems of sorts.

 Each of the links below should pull up several writes from April 1 down to April 30 (today, 2022): 

NaPoWriMo 2022, 

NaPoWriMo 2022b, 

NaPoWriMo 2022c, 

NaPoWriMo 2022d, 

Walking - Cinquain

 

  The Call

Mail call 

Me and my dog 

We went out a'walkin' 

Walkin' on the streets for our mail 

Walking

Walking 

Walking the dog 

The dog did her business 

And then was kicking her hind feet 

Kicking 

Kicking 

Kicked up some dust 

Her dust scared up a skunk 

The skunk came running after us 

Running 

Running 

Running full bore 

Didn't know friend or foe 

Came after us--turned rear our way 

Squirting 

Squirting 

Terrible smell 

Quick dog she stepped between 

She took all the smell, we went home 

Walking 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with dVerse, hosted by Laura Bloomsbury,

https://dversepoets.com/2022/05/05/mtb-crowning-crapsey/  , 

for the prompt, a 'challenge to write a Chained/crown Cinquin poem.

Chain/crown cinquain is:

 a series of 5 [entire] Crapsey Cinquains, 25 lines totalsyllabic count: 2-4-6-8-2 in each stanzawritten with a break between each stanzalast line of the previous cinquain repeated as first line of the next cinquain

Note: The final line of the last cinquain does not have to equal the first line of the first cinquain, but it is an option.(I did this, "Walking".) 

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