Scrabble of Life

I have noticed when I play scrabble that the words people come up with sometimes give hints to their lives. Words they have come across or things that have happened along the way tend to show up on the board. I think it's a great way to explore someone's mind.

Seven square tiles invoke
images that span decades. Rats
running across kitchen counters, aces
thrown down to win the hand. Kids
whining in the back seat, "Are we there yet?"
asked a thousand times.

Coolant leeking on the driveway,
pesky rabbits eating
the garden vegetables. Ragen
sitting on the porch swing,
waiting for the sun to fall
asleep.

Riotors in the streets,
this war must end. Planes
flying over head, bombs
on their way to kill. Ragen
sitting in his yert, waiting
gun in hand.

-Meghan April 22, 2009