coasting
The drive home started with a wrong turn
around the road I wanted to take I came to the park I'd always wanted to see
with the subtle voices of song in my ear
I skirted this too
aware of the clouds that formed a textured seam between the brightness above and the muted rays below
I drove on taking it all in - the sights, the sounds - the changing light as a circle of birds danced above me
just ahead
Close to home I drove the row of trees that remind me of my true love
and set my site upon the lone palm at the end
in the spot where the birds were before
around the road I wanted to take I came to the park I'd always wanted to see
with the subtle voices of song in my ear
I skirted this too
aware of the clouds that formed a textured seam between the brightness above and the muted rays below
I drove on taking it all in - the sights, the sounds - the changing light as a circle of birds danced above me
just ahead
Close to home I drove the row of trees that remind me of my true love
and set my site upon the lone palm at the end
in the spot where the birds were before
Labels: schmoetry
posted by Mood Indigo at 10:58 AM
3 Comments:
Poetry is one of the many things that I don't "get" -- including, but not limited to: art, dating, the middle east & cold fusion.
But, I found myself visualizing the scenes you described. I would have enjoyed reading more. And I think it was brave of you to share.
I'm definitely not a poet, nor do I get it, either. But every once in awhile I find myself playing with words as I experience something in my head, and it's nice to put them down - whether they're enjoyable to read or not!
:)
And what better place to do such a thing than your blog?
I've considered trying poetry myself, but feel soooo out of my depth.
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