I envisage this highway's zigzag arc:
Driving on a quarter clock
The passenger seat is not empty
But no one is really there.
In the mirror I see no gleam:
Driving more miles
Though going nowhere
Now as never before:
Frigid rime from a summery breeze
"Nonsense! " I cried to no soul;
Yet two ears hear, and now
I know, I know, I know.
Indolent slumber in a bitter mist with
the crunch of my steps in July,
Snow underfoot, the mind's eye flummoxed
By the absence of ice yet the eyes full of frost
Obscuring my sight, my eyes meet hers,
An endless enigma of green,
Infinite and endless,
The gaze renders time senseless
And then now, a sharp lurch from slumber,
The verglas on my eyelids fades as the dew.
The seat is empty still; the curve withers,
The road goes on.
Write comment. Such a nice start, Nicholas A. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
Lovely narrative piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned. A good poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
you're writing so profoundly, I liked your diction. Thank you for sharing.
A poem with deep meaning, and well written. Please read my poem 'Calculus Of A Life Time'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting style, Nicholas. I enjoyed reading