Skid Marks Poem by Adeline Foster

Skid Marks

Rating: 5.0


Someone is crying this morning,
Someone is weeping in pain,
Someone is wishing they had it
To do all over again.

The dark rubber burns on the pavement,
The splatter of glass on the road,
Are indications that someone
Had on too much of a load.

The screech of the tires in the moonlight,
A split second etched on the brain,
A nightmare flash to be relived
Over and over again.

Someone is making excuses,
Bragging to cover the shame,
Deceived by a cup with a promise
That it wouldn't happen to him.

Revelers sit up and take warning.
Calamity is never planned.
Hope is a foolish taskmaster
When holding a drink in its hand.


*Written June 3,1984.
Perhaps a reader may recognize the
scene which inspired this poem.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Charles Darnell 22 November 2015

I don't recognize the specific incident, but unfortunately, it is all too common.

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Jessie Hopkins 08 November 2012

Wonderfully written and a good message to boot. I loved it. :)

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Allemagne Roßmann 12 September 2011

Magnificent and magnanimous as usual

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Howard Johnson 10 October 2008

A quality written piece, Adeline, Thank you for sharing

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Adeline Foster

Adeline Foster

Instructor of poetry, Hagerstown, MD
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