My poems this month are from the point of veiw of my main character in my novel ( a jilted bride who goes on her fifty state honeymoon alone) not necessarily from mine.
The Adventure Begins
My tires rumble down the road
as I gaze across the Texas plains,
stretching out, dry and barren,
to a distant horizon.
I wonder how people got here
and more importantly,
why did they stay?
My soul feels like this landscape.
I may not know how I got here,
but pennies have piled up
in my piggybank
as plentiful as my dreams
and I’m NOT going to stay.
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