A License Not To Drive Poem by Stefan BR
A License Not To Drive
One day,
I looked out
into the blazing light
and I saw this car,
tired
like an old bird
doing ancient stretching,
and
there -
somehow -
waiting
on the side
of a winding road.
One night,
I looked out,
into the deep dark
and I saw,
like, strangely,
a reflection -
the car was
eager to stride,
like a child
chasing
a red balloon
on a wide, green field -
oh, how it almost,
nearly reminded me -
how it never went,
how it never met,
how it never felt
the colors it left
to rust
away.
Out in the evening,
but a bucket
to water the road
with shimmering rain.
how it never went, how it never met, how it never felt the colors it left to rust away........fine imagination my dear poet. thank u dear.. tony
I am answering this very late: but even as time passed so much - I wanted to thank you so much for this! !
Blazing light shined and you thought about driving car. This was amazing experience Seeing deep dark night still you were in confusion. Amazing experience is shared here. Giving you 10/10 in rating. Welcome to PoemHunter.
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5/14/2024 12:50:36 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Driving becomes pleasure when the road side is beautiful.