»
Archives
»
Open Poetry #6
»
Something Like Panic
| Open Poetry #6 |
|
Something Like Panic |
|
|
christies heart Member
since 1999-08-10
Posts 189NJ, USA |
There is a never ending forcast of doom. It circles around us, silently reminding us that every day may be our last, That the road we travel is certainly lonely, deceptively vast. When I am sent on a shadowed detour in moments like this, through the damp, winding roads of a park, with the same cars surrounding me all the time, that I remember, in somber fright, where it all began. Grant that I may not judge my niegbor until I have walked a mile in his moccasians Native American prayer |
||
| © Copyright 2000 Christine R - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
Danny Holloway Member Elite
since 2000-01-15
Posts 2034Tulsa, OK |
This is interesting. "Shadowed detour" is a dark imagery for sure. Left me hanging though, "where it all began". |
||
|
Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
very deep poem chris, I like how cryptic it is...a definate "read between the lines" kind of poem, my fav kniod too  ...great work take care, jmand you can say baby... baby can I hold you tonight maybe if told you the right words... at the right time, you'd be mine... baby can I hold you tonight... tracy chapman |
||
|
Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Chris, I am so curious about this poem...I like the sound of the writing, but I'm not sure I understand its meaning. Would love to know more about your inspiration for this piece if you'd care to share it.  ~ Claire |
||
|
christies heart Member
since 1999-08-10
Posts 189NJ, USA |
To all who replied...I had to laugh at the questions regarding the meaning of this poem. I had to change it around from its first form because it made no sense then! I wrote it a few years ago when I was stuck in a thunderstorm and sent down a long detour through a state park. The cars were practically stopped (or how else could I write  ) and the wheater was so bad that began to feel very claustrophobic and almost panicky at the fact that there was really no way out. Feeling "stuck" in my car made me think about how we all have the illlusion of being in control in are lives....I tend to avoid driving in thunderstorms! Grant that I may not judge my niegbor until I have walked a mile in his moccasians Native American prayer |
||
|
hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Thanks for the explanation |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
