Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Slice of Life July 27, 2010

The anticipated sound of tires crunching on the driveway gravel.
The slam of the truck door.
The squeek of the kitchen door.
The smile of delight.
The warm embrace.
The end of the work day.


  1. I lost you friend, but alas I have found you again! Online that is. I'll become a follower now so I can not lose you online again. Thanks for visiting my blog and for your comment today. I love your poetry in your post, even though I'm not a poetry person. Is it even a poem if it doesn't rhyme? or am I using the wrong term?

  2. I can see the dust in the late afternoon sunlight. Enjoy your evening!

  3. You're not wrong--Poetry doesn't have to rhyme. It is meant to evoke an emotional response.

    I was anxiously awaiting my husband's return from work as I was trying to figure out what to do for slice of life and as I heard the crunch of his tires on the driveway this came to me. I was trying to capture the moment of his homecoming.