Blue Move

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.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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