The READIN Family Album
Me and Sylvia (April 4, 2002)

READIN

Jeremy's journal

One never stops reading, though books come to an end, just as one never stops living, even though death is a certainty.

Roberto Bolaño


(This is a page from my archives)
Front page
More recent posts
Older posts
More posts about:
Poetry
Writing Projects
Projects

Archives index
Subscribe to RSS

This page renders best in Firefox (or Safari, or Chrome)

🦋 Poetry from prompts

A parking lot I walk by every morning on my way to work prompted this poem, composed on the way to work this morning and revised on the way home this evening.

Crumpled

Sympathetic gleaming crumpled chassis by the body shop,
I pass her every morning when I'm walking to the train: a shame --
been there two months, I guess she's totalled, looks brand-new...
except for at the front end where her frame is mashed together...
shiny hood is bent in half; bright jet-black paint job powerless
to cover up the damage that's been done.
This parking lot image also had a role to play in shaping my response to Dave Bonta's prompt at today's Morning Porch.

Update -- another use of the parking lot image.

posted evening of Monday, June 20th, 2011
➳ More posts about Poetry
➳ More posts about Writing Projects
➳ More posts about Projects

Respond:

Name:
E-mail:
(will not be displayed)
Link:
Remember info

Drop me a line! or, sign my Guestbook.
    •
Check out Ellen's writing at Patch.com.

What's of interest:

(Other links of interest at my Google+ page. It's recommended!)

Where to go from here...

Friends and Family
Programming
Texts
Music
Woodworking
Comix
Blogs
South Orange
readinsinglepost