Best Sunday Drive Poems

When then sun sets east on a western shore
as the clouds laugh in the sky 
I will call your name as I close door
taking time to wonder why

In the second chance that I come to find
when the moon sings on the sea
I will thank the...

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a long Sunday drive
south on a winding beach road
to find my poem
I listen for profound words
from a knowing wind and sea


written 3/30/15 for Rick's One New Tanka Contest...

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A sunny fall day.  The landscape rises and falls in a cacophony of passing hills, trees, and road work.   Hanging in the air, the smell curls the nostrils to protect from the odor of skunk.
	The sign passes by too quickly.  I...

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Never thought I'd arrive
at the age of the Sunday Drive
Grandma did it
when I was a kid it
probably kept her alive

I was the driver on one of her last
needless to say, going too fast.
I touched her hand
said, "I understand,"
but I didn't, for soon she passed.

I've no...

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Down 41, south of the city
and out into the country,
past vineyards and orchards, 
its best to let the car just glide.

The pastoral scenes
can slow the beat
of the past week
thus healing one's innner self.

Be careful not to see
the sad crosses 
and shrines
which dot the shoulder.
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Sunday Drive

It was a Sunday drive,
High on the Kiamichi trail,
When an overlook was spied,
And out of the car we bailed.

(The sun danced low 
On purple evening hills)

I looked down at the green valley,
Curls of evening meat scents
Wafted from stone pits of fire,
Amid postage stamp crops...

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It was a day filled with laughter
Peace
Smiles
Ice cream
My favorite
Cake batter flavor with brownies and caramel
To die for
As I ate I felt the gentle spring breeze
Followed by the laughter of the free hearted
Also enjoying the sweet and creamy treat in their hands
Enjoying the day as if...

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Sunday drive

Sunday morning out for a drive
Windows down feeling alive
Open road open air
Following the road going nowhere
Country roads are a continuous thing
Fences and pastures a colorful scene
The thoughts of childhood flood my mind
A carefree life, a carefree time
Country roads country miles
Old farmhouses country style
No traffic,...

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Let me be consumed by you
Your song, your soul, your body of work that reads like a road map towards some vague destination
A place in my heart now void of its contempt
This is a long drive for someone who couldn't read traffic signs , smooth...

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When Sunday came they went for a drive
For almost thirty years
Til death came calling and stole her away
Leaving her husband in tears

Then Sunday came and went each week
But he had no place to drive
So he took her urn and buckled it in
Just like when she...

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Long relaxing drive out in the country so one can unwind and clear their mind...

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