Car Ride

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by BelovedDreamer, Dec 18, 2006.

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  1. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    I got in the car with her again tonight.
    Watched her movements
    slowed but twitchy
    as she walked through the kitchen
    bent to pet the dog
    and opened the door.
    I followed her to the car
    waited in silence
    as she searched for keys
    my arms full of puppy
    my limbs full of lead
    my mouth full of nothing.
    My thoughts full to the brim.
    This isn’t the first time
    and likely it won’t be the last
    I knew it wasn’t wise
    and I knew she wasn’t right
    but I went anyway.
    It’s not right
    I know
    hoping your friend might be
    the instrument you use
    or allow yourself to be used by
    to complete whatever
    sick fantasy is reigning in your head
    lines taut, clouds rapt in inundation
    I know it wasn’t right
    but it was such a relief
    even as I gripped the door in alarm
    as she wobbled across lines
    and aimed too close
    and swung too wide
    to think that I might not have to make a choice
    at least not another one
    or a prescient one.
    I knew the chance had probably passed
    when I saw blue lights in the background
    and reality forced her back down
    closer to the profanity of earth.
    Disappointment
    met relief
    at the door to my
    so alien home.
     
  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    I like it, your as-always style of writing that reads aloud so well and wastes no words. I like it very much. I always like your writings.:smile:

    love,

    least

    I read it again and now understand completely - boy sometimes I just don't catch on...
     
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  3. I hardly know what to say... I'm thunderstruck by your expression, and all that it implies, inlcuding your open deathwish by another's hands...

    FAL1
     
  4. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    It's odd,
    my life feels so chaotic
    and yet
    I want this.
    To have the choice
    taken out of my hands.
    Having given up
    on every gathering the reins
    and calling a halt to
    the madness of this raucous
    race
    I want it to stop.
    Tired of grey areas
    and middle-ground
    almost-but-not-quites
    I want someone to choose for me
    black or white
    left or right
    here or nowhere.
    If the choice is not mine
    and has never been
    than the world
    should stop asking me to choose.
     
  5. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    I am so struck dumb by your response to your first poem:eek:hmy: ... this is amazing and beautiful, and, like most of your poems, sad beyond description. I wish I could "make" you feel better about your life, your self... I so wish...:sad:

    love,

    least xoxoxox
     
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