Get Out of Dodge

Virginia Coney Island

I’m packing for that trip o’er the hill
The winding road behind me all the thrill

I’ve got my suitcases ready, my car in drive
It’s time to get out of Dodge, before the doubting police arrive

The memories I have of this place
The splashes and the screams, my trouble with the lace

And now my fears have subsided
Take me to the next destination, don’t look back

Just keep on driving



Student Driver

Sixteen was my turning point
I was becoming an adult
Adolescence being left behind
Finally leaping that pole vault
Learning to drive
That was an adventure itself
Riding the brake, riding the curb
My instructor’s thoughts: “I’m in hell”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Only Sixteen.”

Freedom Rider

Photo credit: William Woodward –

Unbound by life,
Cool breeze in my air,
Me and the highway,
Unbound, going anywhere

Unbound by family,
Just me and the wind,
Passing billboards,
Vegas: Maximum Win

The top is down,
Ironsides are spinning,
The fire in my eyes,
My true life is beginning

In my blue dream open,
The evening sky calm,
Inspirational songs,
No tension in my palms

And I just want to scream
And I might want to cry
The excitement in my heart
Not wanting this to die

And along that empty desert road
A freedom was found
A king and his car hit the ground

So I’ve always had dreams that I was racing along some road, maybe all by myself or frantically trying to weave through dangerous traffic. I can’t legally drive a car in real life because I still don’t have my license so it is still my dream someday to be able to go anywhere I want without first having to ask someone for a ride (which would help with finding a job in far flung places). God, I just love writing poetry!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This

I’m Still Miss Daisy

You’ve been given a key that can open one building, room, locker, or box to which you don’t normally have access. How do you use it, and why?

My life would be so much easier

if I could drive a car

and sail off into the sunset

and leave this life afar.

But sadly, that is not a reality

and I am stuck here in neutral,

unable to advance ahead

and be one with the people.

The jobs abound, out there are rich and plentiful,

while in my current position, the buffet table is very lentil.

Creativity unleashed, new places to explore.

I could do it all

if that key would open the door.

The car sits idle in the driveway, but I can’t drive it

DP #59