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Last Call

Never I felt so alone, as this night that I lie here in fright Passing on Unabashed- unatoned miles from home- THEY'RE GONE! Empty….scattered…..Strawn Shouldn't have run that red light, it was wrong Now my family's gone Souls have flown with a flash- and a moan quickly thrown- like stones wind shield….. Crushing…..bone Just one last drink I had said- wryly smiled She was right- she was riled All the while I held fast- and I smiled defense -and denial Words….so vainly….. styled She'd accepted with trust- always did Love, protect- her, the kids What I did Braked and skid- as we slid we flipped- the tree hit White oak-….ripped….- and split

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 4/11/2015 9:30:00 PM

LOL, Ronald :) I'm waiting to see :) By the way, I will post it tomorrow, Under the SKAT, account after she gives me the say so.. Or should I say password..LOL

Ronald Wheeler
Date: 4/11/2015 9:39:00 PM

Password- say so, tomaddo-tomato. Or if you're Al Gore...tomatoe. Ok, I'll keep an eye out for it. Literally! Did I mention I have a glass eye? But sometimes I just put it in my pocket and wear an eye patch....lol...Ijk, I never wear an eye patch.

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 4/11/2015 9:22:00 PM

No Problem Ronald :) Glad it was a write from top, of the noggin. Just like My poem Big Foot, I dare you to write one.. Come on, you said, you want to write for fun. I will post the contest under my sisters account... Tomorrow. Linda

Ronald Wheeler
Date: 4/11/2015 9:28:00 PM

Whose your sister Linda?

Ronald Wheeler
Date: 4/11/2015 9:27:00 PM

You want me to write one about bigfoot? I'll do it and throw a twist into the ending. I'll make him marry Shaquille Oneal! I will I will...ha

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 4/11/2015 7:39:00 PM

Hello, Ronald, I don't know why, but I love the style here. Not many poets on here write free falling poems. You might want to label this poem under the free verse. That is the close form to awesome. LOL. By the way, not a fun way to end a last call. I don't like the sound of crushing bones. This is deep, in a way I'm thinking this truly happen. I hope not... Hugs.. LINDA

Ronald Wheeler
Date: 4/11/2015 9:18:00 PM

Oh, and thanks again!

Ronald Wheeler
Date: 4/11/2015 9:16:00 PM

I'll be honest with you, I never have the first clue concerning the style or form of poem I'm writing. I usually just hear a few versus in my mind and then go with it. I guess it wouldn't hurt for me to learn a little more? I'll probably start entering a few of the contests on here for poops and giggles( as I do tend to giggle as I poo :), and I'm sure I'll learn more that way. I took a similar approach to painting. I didn't read one book, how-to manual, nary a youtube tutorial, nothing for the first year or two. Feel like it helps me develop my own unique style, I guess. I'm blissfully unawares that I'm doing it "wrong". Big monkey off my back! ha to the ha Oh, and no, it only happened in my noggin, THANK GOD!! I just tried to imagine that how I'd feel in that moment. God forbid....