By Lindsey Carstensen
Punch the clock
The time drags on
Unpaid bills and an empty fridge
We all work to live
Had enough
Break the ties that hold me down
Spread my wings, learn to fly
When I don’t work to live
Call in sick
My spirit escapes, sores above the clouds
Take a trip
Learning I can fly and still live
Pack a back pack
A one way ticket and a map
The train pulls up
Where to go, where to live
Destination unknown
Heart wide open, no looking back
Where I’ll be no one knows
Happiness will find me when I’m not working to live
“I wrote this poem for Jeff Eaton’s Creative Writing class.”
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By Penny Kuckkahn
Thinking spring is on its way,
But Mother Nature says no way.
Snow predicted for another day,
7-11 inches on its way.
“I am far from a writer, but I am working through an online “headless” course – meaning there is no instructor, but offered through University of Washington Mary at my own pace – on digital storytelling. Today I had to write a twitter poem - only rule was 140 characters.”