Road Kill Poetry
Writing poetry on the road
is a cold burger
in an oil stained bag
from a fast food chain
It’s an untuned radio
playing two songs at once
the hint of a headache
and sand in your shoes
It’s a pen that skips
in a Dollar Store notebook
with a spiral binding that pokes you
It’s a passenger seat that won’t recline
and a crossword puzzle that stumps you
It’s being desperate to find
something new in the sameness
and reading too much into road signs
But you still make good time
and you are not lost
The gas gauge is not on empty
Colleen Redman _____________dVerse Poets Pub
July 2nd, 2013 3:26 pm
ha…what a trip through your allusions…wont lie, i have written in skips on the notebook while driving only later to spend forever trying to decipher it…ha…i am glad the gas gauge does not hit empty…smiles.
July 2nd, 2013 3:36 pm
This piece moves so fluidly. I love all of it — poetry is all of those things. Beautiful!
July 2nd, 2013 3:51 pm
This is just priceless, Colleen. I love the mood you captured that feels so familiar and the images you chose to express it.
July 2nd, 2013 3:56 pm
that title says much… i’m often tempted to write poetry on the road, but i don’t do while driving, it’s just frickin’ dangerous…though i have written (and posted) whole poems from the backseat…car rides can be big inspiration…smiles
July 2nd, 2013 5:31 pm
A sense of discomfort and frustration comes through here, and then a nice positive ending.
July 2nd, 2013 8:28 pm
…something new in the sameness. Love that.
July 2nd, 2013 11:46 pm
GREAT!!! I like the way you expressed all of this, Colleen….It’s painful and funny and all true, too! (lol).
July 3rd, 2013 12:36 am
Thanks for getting me out of the rain for a few minutes! Well, this rain anyway.
July 3rd, 2013 4:05 am
I especially enjoyed those first three stanzas! Great work.
July 3rd, 2013 6:44 am
Love it Colleen. I don’t write while driving … smiles … but I have tried writing when on a bus-trip. My handwriting’s pretty poor without all the jumps, skips and extra lines that the state of our roads results in.
July 3rd, 2013 9:42 am
My husband was driving the 8 hours to Bethany Beach. I was the passenger with a notebook trying to make something out of nothing.
July 3rd, 2013 12:10 pm
nice to see you stretching out in subjects into the world.
July 3rd, 2013 1:09 pm
Nice! Good use of all these uncomfortable moments in life to create something lovely. That poking spiral notebook can be distracting, but you manage to create beauty out of it nonetheless.