“uneven time”

Written for:  The Twiglets #285 - uneven time

He likes to eat dinner at six–
says it's an even time.

The horse ran
at an uneven pace
losing time.  
He lost the race.

tugs at her braids
sitting in the classroom
mom never gets them even

         Said the little girl, this is unfair,
          the sun in my eyes caused a glare.
            Her teammate said, too bad,
            you really should have had
       sunglasses on like me.  I was prepared.


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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4 Responses to “uneven time”

  1. Nicely done poem. I especially like the limerick at the end.


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