False Start Poem by Patti Masterman

False Start



While the sun shines in clouds or cloudless sky,
The street stays magnetic, two-poled
With the passing of the cars.

In our eyes gray reflections move,
Like false blinks, as each conveyance appears
Though we would never stare;
The cars are boring, without emotion.

They speed along to where we can never see,
They might all be going nowhere on a driverless track,
Merely circling round and round
To give life to this mut​ed pavement town.

Saturday, November 18, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: mute,reflections
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Smoky Hoss 24 November 2017

This notion of motion, with it's negative and positive effects, seen or no, going unheard to destinations unknown, or even perhaps to nowhere, emotionless, and us unwilling to see is so much, wow, is it real, is it even now; is it dreaming. You really got my mind turning, churning and burning on this one Patti. Amazing.

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