Headlights On Dark Roads

HEADLIGHTS ON DARK ROADS Timid tentative tap on her door at midnight as she lay expectantly in suspense and the hope that he would defy all obstacles to prove his love for her Like Romeo and Juliet forbidden to date as parents failed to understand her attraction to him- this soul connection to his vulnerable rebellion and his love for her As house slept she opened French door quietly to see his tall young body silhouetted silently as full moon reflected his mischievous smile and tender feelings for her That desperately longed for embrace and then door silently shut quietly with bare feet across wet grass ran to ‘borrowed’- car a joy ride for her They kissed long and deep before he turned the key and wordlessly he steered with unlawful expertise as she watched his face in awe of this audacious act for her Bright headlights focused on gravel road intense not a thinking or sensing danger that lay ahead glanced at her and winked assuring protection for her It happened so swiftly at high speed in the glare a rabbit raced in dazed confusion across sandy terrain as he swerved trying to avoid a collision for her Brakes failed as wheels skidded and surrealism spoke inevitable collision of metal and ground as he desperately focused on preventing pain for her Consciousness returned with his desperate screams while he pulled at her door which caved in disarray panicked she felt warm blood on her face -- his fear for her Pulling her out and holding her tight reassuringly saying everything would be alright while she felt no pain in her shock secure in his arms and calm for her He carried her home to face condemnation and guilt gazed at damaged face as she smiled through the grief whispering “Go home!” the truth of this night never to be revealed- protected by lies -- her eternal love gift for him (Non-fiction, auto-biographical experience from my youth) © Kim van Breda—March 2014
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Enriquez Avatar
March 22, 2014 at 9:47 PM
Dear Kim: Lovely! Leon
Hunter Avatar
March 21, 2014 at 1:48 PM
Kim, this is really something! I like the way you put it together...plus knowing that this is a tale from your youth makes it all the better...I can see it.
Bordner Avatar
March 19, 2014 at 8:32 PM
You really took me there Kim. This something I fantasised about doing, without the accident. "His vulnerable rebellion and his love..." awesome. J.A.B.
Mason Avatar
March 19, 2014 at 8:40 AM
enjoyed your ride kim. it's times like this we wonder have we ever made it this long :) warm thoughts, Ralph
Mahur Avatar
March 17, 2014 at 3:16 PM
Dear Kim, Very heartful poem this one is. so soft and flowing like a slow stream. Thanks! I will feel honoured if you comment on my poems.
Andresen Avatar
March 16, 2014 at 12:52 PM
- An accident .... no eyes for anything except sweet kiss .... an event that could end much worse - really well written, Kim. - Have a nice Sunday. - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
Van Breda Avatar
March 16, 2014 at 12:55 PM
Thank you Anne Lise. Yes.. that rebellious first love that one would do anything for. Loved him then... still do now, although I am married to an exceptional man.
Lamoureux Avatar
March 16, 2014 at 12:02 PM
Wow this is powerful, I am glad you came out okay. Small change, correct breaks to brakes. Great piece, I was like a dear caught in the headlights I couldn't look away.
Van Breda Avatar
March 16, 2014 at 12:43 PM
Thanks Richard-- specifically for the typo correction, as I am putting this into my new book (3rd) and it would have gone to print like that. Yip... I was not what one would call a 'boring teenager'. This particular car wreck ended up with me having 24 stitches-- my nose split right in half ! I never regret things like this as it provides our memory bank with autobiographical fodder.
Walker  Avatar
March 16, 2014 at 7:24 AM
Well written Kim... Verlena
Van Breda Avatar
March 16, 2014 at 12:44 PM
Thank you Verlena-- it was just a narrative of an actual event, but authentic in it's honesty. Xx
Melugin Avatar
March 16, 2014 at 1:17 AM
Dear Kim Your poetic grip held me throughout this stellar poem! 7 my best, chuck
Anish Avatar
March 15, 2014 at 7:53 PM
You tell a sad tale very well in this poem. Peace & Love Matthew Anish
O.J. Hunt Avatar
March 15, 2014 at 3:37 PM
Superb, read it swift with love... Great work Kim!
Smith Avatar
March 15, 2014 at 1:18 PM
Wow Kim you were a rebel. I am so happy that you were alright. Truly exceptional write.......Tim
Van Breda Avatar
March 16, 2014 at 12:48 PM
Hi Tim :) Yes... I was... You don't know the half of it. Thank you for the encouragement.
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