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Day 25 | April Poetry Month Challenge | Road Block

WFSC Creative Writing Facilitators Mike Deregowski and Kelsey Hoople challenge you to participate in national poetry month. 1 poem per day for 30 days with no working ahead. 😉

Overall theme 'The Great Escape'.

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Day 25 | April 25th | Road Block

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Apr 27, 2020

Road Block

Road block


Road Block

Stop Sign

then a

Warning Sign

Sirens and cops

Fight, flight or freeze

Just Stop

And Breathe

Road Block

My good luck!

Saved me from bad luck

Road Block


Road Block

I'm in luck

Good luck

Road Block

on my luck

Road Block

can be good!




for your

Road Block


Linda Pedley
Linda Pedley
Apr 26, 2020

25. Road Block

Signpost reads detour...

Then you choose a better way.

It’s not a roadblock.

(c) Linda J. Pedley 04/26/2020


Road Block

Can’t move ahead

Can’t get passed

Road closed, I read

A way through is all I asked

But I saw that look

The one in his eyes

He had closed the book

No matter what I try

A couple of teens

What can we do?

You sneak down the tree

He had no clue

I saw that look

The one in your eyes

My legs shook

Our love makes me fly

“For the last time,” he swore

We’ll be together

He slammed closed the door

I will brave the stormy weather

No one can tear us apart

I will pick any lock

In matters of the heart

I will jump his road block

​​​​​​​​​​​©April 25, 2020

​​​​​​​​​​​J.E. McKnight


Apr 26, 2020

Road Block


Past city-and-street light, beyond the metropolis grime,

I walk myself off of the cobble-stoned pathway

And onto a dirt track of some long-gone time.

“What do you think you’re doing,” I hear say,

That voice like the scratch on those chalkboards

Of the younger days; when the rule was one and one

Would always equal two, and distance was the gulf of fjords.

But here, my footprints make their own shape in dirt track long gone,

And I choose to leave it all behind; the fit-ins and composure

Of that world I don’t fit into; no, I beg you,

Don’t offer me a road block or tincture;

I won’t have it! Let me through!

Past all your…

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