When I need to break your hold,
Loose my grip; when I need to hold my fire–
All I can do is drive.
In the city you drive
Me to distraction; you hold
Me accountable for every fire.
Out here, the sting of salt-smoke–the fire
In my chest–dominates my drive.
I breathe it in, as much as I can hold.
Don’t hold back. Fire up the engine. Slip into gear, one hand on the wheel. Just drive.
It’s a yeah write poetry slam! Some of our editors and friends are on a tritina kick lately – in fact, some of us (*ahem*) have admitted that we may have a problem. Want to give one a try? Give us a shout at the coffeehouse and we’ll give you three words. In the meantime, check out the other tritinas this week!
- Arden: Excavation (3 words: mine, treasure, keep)
- Cynthia: Trying to tritina (3 words: fair, gold, spun)
- Erica: A comb, a chain, a task to follow (3 words: comb, chain, follow)
- Jenny: The Farmer’s Wife and the Crow (3 words: crow, sorrow, secret)
- Nate: Superstition (3 words: pay, seven, key)
- Meg: Striations (3 words: silver, touch, ease)
- Rowan: Lunch Date (3 words: mark, steal, lie)
- Stacie: Flip of a Coin (run, coin, fly)