for Poetry Thursday
I'm not afraid of love
but I know when
to get out of the way.
The backup lights go on
and I step aside,
tires squeal and silken curves
race down the street.
I've seen the back end
of that car before.
Dust clears and the road
is still there, I think on
tire marks, and see headlights
coming around the corner.
I hang out my thumb,
maybe I can hitch a ride.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Hitching a Ride
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This poem is smart and economical. Don't we all keep hitching rides time and time again when it comes to love and other matters of the heart?
It's easier to contemplate another ride when one has stepped out of the way rather than been knocked down, run over, and dragged a few hundred feet. You draw pictures with your words...
Fantastic. But now, you see, you're gonna have to write a sequel. What happens to the hitcher, and how's the hitchee?
very nice... i especially like "I've seen the back end of that car before"
Nice beat-poet vibe. I read it twice.
That explains how those feelings are about. And yes, I too think a sequel is eminent.
Rethabile and gautami: It's not bad to leave the audience wanting more. On the other hand, it could be the start of a trilogy.
Puts me in the mind of a rockn' roll song. Perfect for a sunny summer day.
I love the seamless merger of the car images: silken curves... race down the street
I like your economy here.
the makings of a near perfect country song!!!! i loved it....
I love this! Short, sweet and full of emotional rollercoastering!
Terrific imagery and wonderful sense of dry humor. It created a vivid movie in my head!
:)
I agree with Clare...I could envision you actually getting a ride from love...What does love look like?
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