By Penny Wilkes
I grip the wheel stung
by consonants and vowels.
Nouns smudge the windshield.
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As windows swarm with phrases
Verbs whine, bite and beg me
to pick up a pen at 65 mph.
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“Write me. Me. Me. Me.”
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Ideas flash and honk my horn,
they force swerves and street slaloms
as I sing to stay on the road.
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When mind fireflies go incandescent,
I beg for red lights or stop signs.
Oh, let traffic slow.
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On manic freeways
No stopping places
When the buzz heightens.
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If I’m cuffed for DUI* when writing,
will the kind officer trade the ticket
for a signature on my poem?
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*DUI – Driving Under Influence is punishable as it involves driving a car while impaired by alcohol or other drugs (including recreational drugs and those prescribed by physicians), to a level that renders the driver incapable of driving safely.
Penny Wilkes, MFA, served as a science editor, travel and nature writer and columnist. Along with short stories, her features on humour and animal behaviour have appeared in a variety of publications. An award-winning writer and poet, she has published a collection of short stories, Seven Smooth Stones. Her published poetry collections include: Whispers from the Land, In Spite of War, and Flying Lessons. Her Blog on The Write Life features life skills, creativity, and writing: http://penjaminswriteway.blogspot.com/
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