Sunday, April 7, 2024

Poetry on a Postcard

Response to a NaPoWriMo prompt thinking “wish you were here” with a poem and a postcard!




Poetry on a Postcard



Sure wish you were here as I stroll the streets of Sedalia.


Pianos perched upon platforms, musicians performing


ragtime treasures, often in appropriate regalia.


Maybe next May you will join me 

venture through the streets for Joplin’s 

Ragtime Festival in the middle of Missouri.


Keeping the syncopation of life real,

I remain your postcard penpal


until we’re behind the wheel.






No comments:

Post a Comment

Finding my Tribe

sunday solitude afternoon serenity birds become my tribe