One could not avoid the putrescence clinging to every atom in every direction
Stoplights blinked caution in cruel irony
Racoons only emerging from city sewers at night had no instinct to return underneath such bounty
Tho power was erratic & petrol a memory radios still broadcast updates on weather patterns to avoid toxic ash-fall
People waited in long lines
Water
Food
Blankets
Protesting was useless
No one is listening
Life reverted to tribalism
Faces emerged from clouds speaking a language similar to Egyptian their message unclear
The clouds began to break-up spewing hordes of elf-like creatures with horrid pinched features if there was a message I guess that train left the station
Shout at the sun
Blind eye the moon
Then shatter the stars
Go out for fun
Shine like the moon
Then chatter in bars
Drink from the sun
Blind to the moon
Then splatter in cars
Slink round the sun
Fly past the moon
Then scatter on mars
I’m waiting for my mom to move.
She puts the car into drive.
My car had airbags.
The ones she grew up with didn’t.
Huh.
My mom is driving,
I wonder why she’s taking this weird route.
I never ask.
I’m waiting for the car to stop.
My mom could stop it at anytime.
At stoplights, she has to.
At fast food places, she doesn’t have to.
I don’t know why my mom won’t just let me…
I don’t know why my mom won’t…
The car is in drive.
The speed limit is 45,
But it’s always too slow, or sometimes it’s too fast.
I never ask why.
My mom is driving.
I’m an adult, but she drives anyway.
It was nice of her to drive.
So I can get some sleep in the car.
But first, I’ll write a poem.
My heart burns with a cold, white fire
Fighting against itself in a battle no one can win
I am contrived, a portrait of a girl who...
And anyone can fill me in.
My destiny was not written for this world
This earth is not my home
And I am but an echo, the perception of a far-off light
Almost imperceptible amid the light pollution
Streetlights, headlights, stoplights, flashing highway signs
Obfuscating the truth.
For a moment, I think perhaps I could escape
The confines of flesh, blood, cells, atoms, tangibility
And ascend into the night posed into a constellation forever.
Teapots that whistle on chilled Winter morns
Calling the day to begin as it scorns
Wake up you sleepy head, make room for love
Walking to work as the sun shines above
Thinking of happy and thinking of you
I think I’ll paint it and skies will be blue
Tipping my hat to the songbird that sings
Feeling so blessed for so many sweet things
Hot dogs with mustard and friends who stand by
Watching new parents with babies that cry
Stoplights that muster the traffic that flows
Bakeries that summon to follow my nose
Dinners with Mama, then home to my pet
Help me remember and never forget
Life is a blessing though sometimes a pain
Just like a flower, we sometimes need rain
Cuddles and kisses and good books to read
Pillows for dreaming, ideas that are freed
Grateful for love and the goodness it brings
Feeling so blessed for so many sweet things
Because of all the lunies on the superhighways
My son's decided to take a leisurely drive on the byways
Many more stoplights
But safer, less fights
Bout who cuts off who, dangerous games are played
Life is a journey with many different paths
Love is one such path that everyone likes the glory of walking on
Love's path is full of thorns,hurdles and barriers that prevent many from travelling such path
Another path in life is success very few take that right turn
Success is the joy of not quiting
Stoplights fill this path
The ability to keep going despite stoplights is called determination
There are many road to life but the most joyous road to me is the one that leads to everlasting life
And the most important rules of this path is faith, salvation and the fear of the Lord and the willingness to keep his commandments
Lights dawning
Sleepyheads yawning
Babies crying
Mothers sighing
Coffee pouring
Busses roaring
Winds shifting
Debris drifting
Laborers hurrying
Rats scurrying
Teen-agers snoring
Alarm clocks ignoring
Stoplights blinking
Drivers unthinking
Airplanes arriving
Passengers surviving
Tender hearts
Works of art
Lovers part
A new day starts
On my way back home, I thought of you. Your face flashed in an instant. I heard whispers of your voice, so gentle I wanted to listen more. And then I felt how you vellicate my face, my neck. Your hand had its own brain it managed to go more downward. Your name flaunted like street signs, your eyes shimmered like stoplights.
I thought of you on my way back home. But you were never my home, and I was never your possessor. And now, I forgot the directions.
She grew up just 20 minutes southwest of Tulsa..
In a small town with 2 stoplights and a Tastee Freeze...
Everyone gathered at the First Baptist Church every Sunday morning...
Remember, if you haven't got anything good to say about somebody...
Please come and sit by me...
The years passed quickly and she couldn't wait to leave that town behind..
It's funny how time always brings you back to the Tastee Freeze and a
Root Beer float....
In a small town....
Through closed eyes, I see what has become of your land.
I hear flutes, blessings drifting across a land filled with
highways and stoplights, never silenced.
Through closed eyes, I see children screaming and running,
smoke from soldier's muskets settling upon their fallen bodies.
Through closed eyes, your drums still beat, Warriors still dance,
and strength of your Elders lives on.
Through closed eyes, flutes are heard,
and Spirits
never die.
Minnesota
12/26/12
Drive
Spending hours on the road
Going here and going there
Arm out the window
Driving without a care
No place must I be
Not sure to where I’ve been
Looking for adventure
The lies around the bend
Drifting through the curves
Counting stoplights just for fun
Not a clue to the hours
That I’ve been on the run
Chasing down the sunset
Got the radio turned up loud
Johnny Cash as my partner
Singing something crazy and wild
There is freedom in the lines
That runs between the roads
No commitment needed to follow
No payment for what is owed
I’ll drive just as far
As a tank of gas will get me to
Sometime in the wee hours
I’ll return home to you
The sky will cover us tonight.
The town crackles beneath our feet
for your eyes' unsettling tilt
and your luminosity in yellows and reds.
Next to you, my bones shine pure white
through the veil of my skin.
Buildings flail in your presence
blanch, and turn the stale gray of concrete.
Your voice reaches out to stoplights and mailboxes,
they writhe in your radiance.
In one second, they are destroyed,
left in humps of twisted metal,
only to spring up to life once more,
plain from what they have seen.
Tonight, even the moon stoppers up her mouth,
flowing with history and folklore
at the heavy trod of your feet
against the bronzed stone.
Tonight the sky and earth will be silent,
the dusky hues of night our only company.
The rain-soaked road is deeply black
and shiny, like it's been shellacked,
the stoplights yellow, green and red
reflected, streaks of color bled.
Blindly, cars go flying by,
the beauty lost on jaded eyes,
this scene, it takes my breath away,
the light and water's interplay.
Each edge is sharp, each hue intense,
my heightened senses seem immense,
I wonder if my sight's so clear
because the end is drawing near.
©Danielle White
I was watching a humble man
Roll down hid window.
He pulls back his seat in recline.
A sigh escapes just past his teeth
In an attempt to turn my head.
I reluctantly look his way
As he slowly drops his
Ebony flip flops free from
The fast paced car with it's
Weathered glass windows.
We shared a sharp studying stare
As a fat dimpled spider crawls
Aimlessly across the dashboard.
We mindlessly breathe in the 5:am air
As we continue on down the road with no stoplights,
Leaving his tired soles behind,
Waiting for a California sun deterioration.
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