I left a poem on the side of the highway last night.
With every exhale, words, like litter, escaped me
To flee-float out and about and along,
Only to land soon thereafter in a series of tiny little thuds
On the side of the road.
There, with the cigarettes butts and empty soda cans…
There, with shredded paper and one inexplicably-single lost shoe…
There, without conscious thought, and perhaps necessarily so,
I dumped it.
I thought, 'Maybe I should have rolled the windows up'.
Then, it occurred to me...
I left a poem on the side of the highway last night -
Right where it belonged.
It stared me back with its flaming beady eyes a poem left on the side of highway like a deeply inhaled cigarette butt Very beautiful-
Christine, what a remarkable piece, stunning imagery...i loved the line..With every exhale, words like litter....brilliant! ! ! 10/10 from me. I'll be reading more of your genius writes. best wishes Jon.
Captivating language. I love the earthiness of uniting litter and poetry.
A good one! Maybe this is what I ought to try, too, for a change: leave a poem out in the night - for a change to my almost daily arranged poetry bouquets sent in the early mornings SMS, which tomorrow definitely will have included this poem now.
How we get into writing a poem is to leave our words on the highway first....is it? interesting
A very good write, however, don't put any more of your poems along the highway, someone else may find them. I give you a ten plus also please read and give your opinion of my poem 'The Brightest Star'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nicely penned...enjoyed reading it