Picture Poem

Molasses thick clouds stretch the sky like pulled cords of salt water taffy.

I stop.

Is the sky expanding before me?

My chest sinks into the gooey love place, embracing its smallness.

Everything I need, I already have.

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Author: Andrew Zahn

I'm a son, husband, dad, business owner, actor and good sleeper/eater. On this blog, I pave a highway for creative growth by providing food, water, and shelter for those wishing to live, work, and play with creative zest.

  • Stephanie

    Love how you got it while on yellow! The lights look like eyes to me. If they were red, I’d say angry, but they kinda look like tired eyes to me.

    • Andrew Zahn

      Good ‘eye’ Stephanie! I didn’t notice that. The sunlight might be smirking then…

  • No flexin’.
    Didn’t even look in a brother’s direction,
    As I ran the intersection.

    Sorry, that’s actually Ice Cube’s poem, but I couldn’t resist.

    • Andrew Zahn

      Bring it.

  • This time it was the sky and not the traffic light that told him to slow down.

  • The road is empty, and no one is around.
    I desperately need to make up some ground.
    The light says to slow,
    but my ego says “go”.
    So I continue to ride at the speed of sound.