Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Fair To Say

I guess it's fair to say
I grew up
oil field trash.
Never knew a man
to wear a suit
except the preacher.
Every Sunday
I put a quarter
in the collection.
Oh, Lord, may I
wake one day
with wings.

For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads

11 comments:

Sioux Roslawski said...

MZ--The image of "old field trash" is so powerful.

As always, such a small amount of words that pack so much emotion...

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

And you did!

Magaly Guerrero said...

Caterpillars often get their wish...

Kerry O'Connor said...

The authenticity of voice gives this poem its power.

angieinspired said...

a fair appraisal. we gotta get outta here. i really loved this

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Sigh.. such a heartfelt write..!💖

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Smiles. I remember when I was 15 I wrote a song called "Lord, Please Help This Fat Boy Stuck Out Here In Suburbia." This recalls that same feeling - thanks.

Susie Clevenger said...

Yes, I hope I will wake with wings one day also. I'm more dirt road trash.

Marian said...

Maybe. This brings up some stuff about trash and treasure for me.

Fireblossom said...

Your keyboard may be just as useful for flight.

grapeling said...

me too ~