Luggage
Twilight in Bordeaux,
and the luggage
still waits for me...
I make my way
in familiar/unfamiliar streets
to the railway station.
Familiar, for one sees
similar all over France -
the cobblestones.
My luggage will resound
on these on my way
to the Hôtel Passion.
You will hear me coming!
Think of it - the tiny wheels
wanting to be heard
above the cars.
They will rumble with delight
at the start of my vacation.
---------------------------------
9/4/2015
Contest - 600
Sponsor - Brian Strand
4th place win
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
