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The Burning Vehicle

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A slow and painful crash Where one sees one's face Approach the dashboard in infinite detail Where one has time To check one's fear in the mirror But instead takes a suck on a vape And puts one's foot down And, speeding through abandoned suburbs, Is caught in a storm of fire. Carry me from the burning vehicle? No, better to wait inside And watch thoughts fly from window to window Like glowing ashes Until the mind is quiet And the roof withers with embers Lilac in their demise For only in silence Can the sphere of the stars unfold And the old clepsydra drip dry, again.

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Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 1/30/2024 5:54:00 PM

Dear Diane, I wanted to reach out and express my admiration for your poem. Your words reflect a moment suspended in time, capturing the raw intensity of a slow and painful crash. And the final lines, with thoughts flying like glowing ashes and the quiet contemplation amidst chaos, leave a lasting impression of profound introspection. Your beautifully crafted poem and your ability to capture the essence of human experience is truly commendable. - Blessings, Daniel

Diane Leggett
Date: 1/31/2024 3:12:00 AM

Hello Daniel, what a lovely comment. Thanks for taking the time to read the poem. I'm glad you enjoyed it.