Nette Onclaud Poet Light Verse

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 November 29, 2016 at 2:55 PM sounds like a fine way to spend the post-election days, nette. great ending to your poem...

Janice Canerdy November 29, 2016 at 12:01 AM Unique take on this prompt, Nette! Congrats on your win. Janice

Kim Rodrigues November 28, 2016 at 10:49 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 November 25, 2016 at 4:09 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 Godwin November 24, 2016 at 8:43 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 November 24, 2016 at 6:45 AM What a perfect idea Nette, leave the madness behind! Foccacia made me hungry. :)

Joanna Daniel November 24, 2016 at 1:01 AM Aha, if only this trip would really change things!! Nicely penned, Nette:)

Janis Medders Tobechi November 23, 2016 at 6:42 PM Implodes it does here. We all could stand a weekend. Great write. Good luck in the contest.

Charmaine Chircop November 23, 2016 at 3:25 PM A weekend fling with the self...is the best place to be at times.Loved this sweet Nette.

Manny Paras November 23, 2016 at 2:54 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 November 23, 2016 at 2:43 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 November 23, 2016 at 12:42 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.