Written for: Poetic Asides November 2016 Chapbook Challenge – Day 4
Write an imagined life poem (for you or someone you’ve seen at a bus stop, grocery, etc.)
He pumps his arms, and looks so stern,
his mustache neat and trim.
A nod of head,
could it be meds
that makes him seem akin
to a robot? Did they program him?
Precision stride, I’m led
to think he might
have gone to fight
a war, that’s left a thread
unravelled. He cannot stay in bed,
his routine hard to unlearn.
He runs, his chin
juts out, determined
to keep his demons from return.