One of my challenges the other day was to write a poem at any length but there could only be 14 syllables in each line.

 

Fourteener

 

Driving on down that open highway on a clear bright spring

Day, with the windows rolled down and the sun shining bright.

Country music blasting from them crappy speakers as I

Blast my favorite songs from the tops of my big old fat lungs.

Those terrible thoughts causing that terrible stress are

Fading away in the fresh clean spring time wind that’s smelling

So fresh and so clean.  Driving away and clearing my head

Never felt so dang freaking good before.  Wind passing through

With them windows down and my hair flowing with the breeze never

made me feel so encouraged and free and most of all, me.

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© Sarah Burnett April 3, 2015

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