More Was The Word

Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.

E. B. White

December

By Michael Miller
 
I want to be a passenger
in your car again
and shut my eyes
while you sit at the wheel,
 
awake and assured
in your own private world,
seeing all the lines
on the road ahead,
 
down a long stretch
of empty highway
without any other
faces in sight.
 
I want to be a passenger
in your car again
and put my life back
in your hands.
 

 

The Darker Sooner

By Catherine Wing
 
Then came the darker sooner,
came the later lower.
We were no longer a sweeter-here
happily-ever-after. We were after ever.
We were farther and further.
More was the word we used for harder.
Lost was our standard-bearer.
Our gods were fallen faster,
and fallen larger.
The day was duller, duller
was disaster. Our charge was error.
Instead of leader we had louder,
instead of lover, never. And over this river
broke the winter’s black weather.
 

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I am a life-long Minnesotan who resides in Minneapolis. I hope you enjoy my curated selection of sonnets, short poems and nerdy ruminations. I am pleased to offer Fourteenlines as an ad and cookie free poetry resource, to allow the poetry to be presented on its own without distractions. Fourteenlines is a testament to the power of the written word, for anyone wanting a little more poetry in their life.

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