The Race

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #369

Words:  blow, finish, drive, stage, spirit, ten, strength, letters, buzzer, raffle, instinct,

Whistle blows at
finish line.  Letters
on your car read,
“Strength of Ten”.
Your driving speed
spirits those wheels
off the ground. You stage
your moves with instinct
of an actor, able to ad-lib.
That good-time buzzer
zings in your head. Ego
fed, you win, are done.
“Strength of Ten” is
raffled off, won by
a young, hopeful girl,
with your blessing.

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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3 Responses to The Race

  1. Pat Brockett says:

    He’s a winner in my book!


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