Written for: Poetic Asides #400
Write an event poem.
My move has become an event.
So much has gone wrong that I’m spent.
Timing did not go as planned,
six weeks at my cousin’s and
two dogs who are dazed and confused-
this is not a move they would choose.
We finally obtained the key,
so why is our house still empty?
Our belongings cry out from storage,
please give us a home, not boardage.
From movers, no cooperation;
for us, no gratification.
Some events bring a sense of joy
This one does naught but annoy.