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Open Poetry #28

A poem called Driving

scuffedshoe2
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since 2003-08-04

Posts 39

0 posted 2003-09-07 12:41 PM

We’re headed west
In the middle of the desert
We’re driving
With the radio low because the receptions bad
I ignore it
And play my own tunes in my head

I watch the landscape jerk by
And my thoughts are as blank as white paper

I look at the mountains in the distance
I watch the birds fly over head
I listen to the breathes of my counterpart

The sun makes me sweat profusely
But I shrug it off
Theirs nothing I can do about it now
The tops down
And the hot wind blows against us

We’re heading west in search of something
We don’t know what
Maybe we’ll know when we get there

I leave my eyes behind me
On the road we’re traveling down
It watches my body and my counterpart pull away
Down the dusty hot road heading west
Into the mountains
And far away metropolises

I blink goodbye
Because I have no hands to wave

Marge Tindal

Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-06

Posts 42384
Florida's Foreverly Shores

1 posted 2003-09-07 09:55 AM

Ian~

'I watch the landscape jerk by
And my thoughts are as blank as white paper'

I so enjoyed the originality of the thought of that landscape 'jerking' by ... I often see it like that too ... little framed pictures like an old movie reel used to roll
out~

Enjoyed~
*Huglets*
~*Marge*~

~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost,
the spirit rejoices over what it has left.
- Sufi epigram
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