My feet ached in blue suede heels
I’d bought on sale at Westgate,
but I was distracted by the way
the evening sun caught the Auckland skyline
as I drove over the causeway.
Yep, this is another poem recorded while driving home. See, I told you I am more inspired when driving than any other time! Ha ha!
I wish I could have taken a photo for you, as the Auckland skyline really did look amazing in the evening sunlight. There’s a spot when you’re driving along the Northwestern Motorway, just as you go over the causeway, where the Auckland Harbour Bridge lines up perfectly with the Auckland city skyline. Unfortunately, there’s nowhere safe to stop and take photos, so instead, you just have to take my word for it. 🙂
I finally had a chance to type up the poem I recorded on my phone last month while driving home from work. 🙂
If you squinted hard enough,
and used the generosity of spirit
required for the earnest appraisal
of a child’s fingerpainting,
the clouds painted feathery angel wings
across the sky.
I was too busy focussing
weary eyes on endless streams
of sparsely decorated tarseal
Like a rough pencil sketch,
a dragon’s head
materialised from the clouds,
the edges blurred in
shades of lead and cream
against a background that
may have been called
cerulean, but was probably
caught a whiff of my
childhood home this afternoon –
cattle truck drove by
The city is dressed
in shades of pastel,
clouds painted on the backdrop
like smears of smokey eye shadow.
I am enticed by potential
She dressed simple concepts
in gowns of watered silk and elegance,
then stripped them bare.
I whimpered as she wrapped
her arms around me and spoke of
forgiveness and metaphorical tapestries.
Prompt: Write a poem about an empty room or a lie.
Another mouldy string
in your intricate web
of lies gives way,
the remainder straining
to bear your weight and
the sticky mess unlikely
to cushion your fall from grace.