Yard Snail (NaPoWriMo #8)
Monday afternoon trail,I run to nineteenHeartbeat thumps, exhaleShin Splints unforeseenAll to shed sweat scalesWithin a time machineSilky smooth drip with sweatCause oxygen debt.Now home to prevailAgainst the growth of hairTo plan epic saleOf no easy flairAnd call it ‘Yard Snail’,Your place for a careTo buy and barter~Gone goes all, martyrs!~By: A.J. Wagoner
Posted on April 8, 2013, in NaPoWriMo Poems and tagged eight-line stanzas, NaPoWriMo, napowrimo prompt #8, napowrimo2013, ottava rima, oxygen debt, yard sales, yard snail. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.