My daughter, nicknamed Boo (white as a ghost), hit me with her car as she was learning to drive. It was an accident (I think...). This is dedicated to my very best friend in the world, Boo. We can laugh about it now.
Attempted Assassination
Time slowed
Molasses ran quick
Auto made contact
Surrealistic
Calm turned to panic
She didn't slow but excelled
Pedal to the metal
Like timber I was felled
Rolling across the hood
Noticed a layer of dirt
I could write my name
But smashed digits hurt
A glance into the windshield
But momentum whiplashed
Her face now read fear
Was the hood scratched...
My body cleaned a path
New outfit covered in grime
What did neighbors think
Of my bizarre pantomime
I crumpled and flattened
Purse and keys to the wind
My knee unnaturally angled
Monicker Boo I rescind
Lightbulb moment
As I laid in bird doo-doo
Bruised and defeated
I needed a shampoo
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Five Year Poem Plan - Part 1
PoetryI am going to attempt to write a poem a week for five years! It is a personal resolution that I am making public in order to hold myself accountable.
