800 miles to drive and home at its end


Driving In The Dismal Season

Freeway
Free Way
Freedom...
Not really
Boredom...
Absolutely
Relieved only by
Servicecentres
Service Centre
Bad coffee and worse
Service
Centre of nowhere
This morning
On the verges and medians
The evidence of last night's
Unwanted snow
Incumbering the pines
Whose body language shouts
Enough
Cotton balls decorating
Dormant stunted ash
A mockery of a Mississippi
Country scene
Last year's carcasses
Of reeds and cattails
Dun evidence of a memory
Of green
The road a wet
Lifeless tunnel
Early Spring is a dismal event



Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-04-09 at 15:50

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Though I enjoy driving, especially long trips, I like this poem. It does a good job of describing how most people feel.
2015-04-12


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very good. You describe the feeling and the surroundings very well.
2015-04-10



Sparse writing that conveys a very strong image. Good job.
2015-04-10



You've done it so well, it has given me a stomach ache at just the memory of exactly such trips. No more ice and dirty snow, and never ending roads for me, but possibly I will return and will endure such trips again.
But then for you, you will be home.
You give me the shivers!! All too real. Well done.
2015-04-09