At The Close Of Day Poem by Greg Davidson
At The Close Of Day
It’s Friday, at the close of day,
Homeward bound, on a crowded motorway.
My half-made plans in disarray,
Align like crimson lights along the road.
As orange winks reference a highway code
Above, blue sky softly fades to grey,
With hot pink streaks in brief display.
It’s Friday, at the close of day.
i just read today about Moscow's abominable traffic. where i live we have to swerve around horses; well, not quite, but i have seen horses or SIGNS of horse activity along one of our town’s main streets, and it wasn't during rodeo weekend! nice rhyming. good thing your plans were only half-made considering they may never come to fruition due to the traffic. favorite lines: Above, blue sky softly fades to grey, With hot pink streaks in brief display. .... …………...... i can picture those steaks, i mean streaks! , in the sky at sunset. and they change to orange then yellow then white.... more or less..... in a very short period of time. and eventually darkness. this shall soon appear as (i think) poem # 22 in my/our showcase for PH poets on my PH site. thanks for sharing. bri :)
Stuck in traffic, How calm your words were expressed. So much road rage out there. Thank You
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4/19/2024 12:57:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A very enjoyable poem about a less than enjoyable situation. Traffic! How often do people sit in traffic while the 'blue sky softly fades to grey'. I'm originally from Philadelphia, and I've driven in north New Jersey (Eeeek!) , so I'm a little familiar with traffic. You poem shows such calmness in a time of potential stress. I wish you more clear blue skies and more clear motorways.