Tilt-a-Whirl
A Poetry Sporadical of Repeating Forms

Lines Written Just Before Driving into the Ditch

You warn me not to put on airs,
for where’s
the proof? Play safe or be undone.
The fun
soon ends. True love gives tit for tat.

In that,
you err. Love is a gold brickbat
hurled through a window late at night.
Love’s not a seat belt buckled tight,
for where’s the fun in that!

Janice D. Soderling is a previous contributor to Tilt-a-Whirl and Umbrella.  Some other of her credits include poetry and fiction in Magma Poetry, New Walk (UK); Literary Mama and Mezzo Cammin (USA).