Mary Rotman Poet Verse

No Services This Exit Shhhh Contest

Trailers sprout from desert floor    
Tombstones marking the graves of my aspirations.
Tumbleweeds snag remnants of dreams
And blow across macadam prairie.

A highway carries hope far past this place
Of broken dreams and suffocating despair,
But me the mountains trap; they surround me,
And I'll not see home again.

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Julia Ward August 4, 2015 at 11:41 PM Clever poem! The title was well chosen, too. Julia, :) Mary Rotman August 5, 2015 at 11:59 AM You[re the first to mention it. That helps me because i thouht it was a good title too. I was beginning to wonder. Plase exusr typos. New kitten on keyboard.

Richard Lamoureux July 26, 2015 at 8:33 PM Hopefully mother car will come along shortly. I enjoyed this piece. Mary Rotman July 26, 2015 at 10:12 PM At first I couldn't understand your comment, but now that I read it again--and realize everyone here is familiar with my humor--I get it now. It's actually about moving to Boise and not being happy about it. Great insight.