Jerry Brotherton Poet Free verse

A Visit To My Drive-In

I knew you well many years ago
So full of passion
A cathedral where multitudes
Of lusting souls gathered
I watched intently at the images
You allowed me to see 

Such a majestic creature 
Towering high into the darkened sky
You gathered the light from a million stars
To power my imagination 

A haven for teenage love 
Your warm summer breezes caressed my heart
You showed me laughter, joy, love and sadness 
I was your legacy, and I worshipped you 

Time faded my memories
Progress devoured your simplicity
I lost youthful desires, hopes, and dreams
Replaced them with responsibilities, anxiety and conformity

I left you to die alone 
Discarded like an animal’s carcass on the side of the road
Rotting in the rain and sun  
Slabs of your silver skin decayed 
Fallen to the ground to reveal the bones beneath 

Tree limbs from the encroaching woods 
Stick their boney fingers through the gouges 
Like demons trying to pull free 
From their eternal darkness 
Nature is reclaiming you… 
There is no one left to care

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Gershon Wolf September 11, 2023 at 7:44 PM Such passion over the 'cathedral of the outdoor screen!' Wow. I'm impressed. Reads so well. FAVE time for me. Thanks, Jerry! ~ Gershon Jerry Brotherton September 12, 2023 at 8:36 AM Thanks, GW. Those were the best nights of my youth. Unless I was one of the five that got stuffed into the trunk so we would only have to pay for two to get in. Have a wonderful day my friend.

David Fisher September 11, 2023 at 5:44 PM A wonderful ode to a big part of people's younger lives. Your story is full of the highs and lows of a movie, but we'll pass on the popcorn as nature takes its course. Jerry Brotherton September 12, 2023 at 8:31 AM Thanks, my friend. What a slow and tortured death. Abandoned and all alone. Just another example of what progress can do.

Yann Rolland September 11, 2023 at 3:34 PM i felt the darkness, and the regrets , stay ' keep) ? a delicate declaration of love, thanks for the poem have a nice day yann Jerry Brotherton September 12, 2023 at 8:28 AM Thanks for reading. I am sad that the youth of today will not know the joy and sorrow of a cool summer night spent watching movies under the stars.