RWP NaPoWriMo #22


Where not rusted away,
the roto-tiller’s
flaking paint
is more canary
than saffron.

Bird or spice
descriptors do not befit
this gasoline stench beast,
yet it is
a motorized pepper mill
grinding through earth.

The tiller’s fierce roar
as I hold on
against its squirming
buck from side to side.

Grown dizzy
inhaling thick fumes,
I flinch as it rides
across a mound
and nearly tips over.

Until dusk
my arms flop
like tendrils,
every motion
a battle
of opposite forces,
and I end the day
as does the earth,

This poem incorporates a series of words suggested at Read Write Poem.


14 thoughts on “RWP NaPoWriMo #22

  1. This is awesome! You’ve used the prompt words and created a vivid word picture. I love “motorized pepper mill grinding through earth.” Wonderful image!

  2. wow! really terrific start on this one. you have a great sense of the line break and there is a sexual undertone to this one that is really interesting 🙂

  3. This is one of my favorites of yours! The images are so clear and that line: “every motion/ a battle/ of opposite forces” is so far-reaching. Thanks for the read!

  4. Very imaginative! I would never her thought of a poem about a roto-tiller – much less from today’s words! You really dig into the imagery you create, and get deeper, more specific, fuller. Thank you

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