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After the Election

Flipping through my lists of groceries, I scramble an hour to pull into Walgreen's for candles, herbal tea, foccacia, and... do I have my vintage wine, a cork screw? My fingers grasp a load of zen-like music as my van rolls like a wind under a hammock of stars, guiding me to a cabin miles, miles away for a weekend fling with the self…a quiet revelry of wandering along the grassland— a craving of my appetence, while a universe implodes into one electoral uproar's aftermath. Posted 11/24/2016 After The Elections Contest

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Ilene Bauer

Date: 11/29/2016 2:55:00 PM

sounds like a fine way to spend the post-election days, nette. great ending to your poem...

Janice Canerdy

Date: 11/29/2016 12:01:00 AM

Unique take on this prompt, Nette! Congrats on your win. Janice

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 11/28/2016 10:49:00 PM

I love the feel of your poem! Not a care in the world as the Universe falls into turmoil over the election! Congrats and thank you for your entry, Nette!

Janet Grace

Date: 11/25/2016 4:09:00 PM

Wonderful poem about what one feels when the electoral college went the wrong way. I really enjoyed the read but I am dreading the next four years.

CayCay Jennings

Date: 11/24/2016 8:43:00 AM

I want to ride, jam and hide in the cabin with you, election or not. Sounds like a perfect getaway from our heads. I am soothed ... CayCay

Paloma P

Date: 11/24/2016 6:45:00 AM

What a perfect idea Nette, leave the madness behind! Foccacia made me hungry. :)

Joanna Daniel

Date: 11/24/2016 1:01:00 AM

Aha, if only this trip would really change things!! Nicely penned, Nette:)

Janis Medders Tobechi

Date: 11/23/2016 6:42:00 PM

Implodes it does here. We all could stand a weekend. Great write. Good luck in the contest.

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 11/23/2016 3:25:00 PM

A weekend fling with the self...is the best place to be at times.Loved this sweet Nette.

Manny Paras

Date: 11/23/2016 2:54:00 PM

Woman, you sure know how to transcend the inanity of life. This grand poem took me away to another place so tranquil and inviting.

Ashley Conte

Date: 11/23/2016 2:43:00 PM

To pamper the self and be out of a noisy world is indeed a sanctuary of quiet we all need. Your sway with this impressive poem-- what a vivid scene!

Chris Green

Date: 11/23/2016 12:42:00 PM

Now why didn't I think of that, there's a Walgreen's right up the street. :) This sounds like a perfect plan Nette. Hopefully when your excursion is over all will have clamed down...probably not though. :) Nicely written and who would have ever thought Walgreen's could be made to sound so beautiful.