On The Edge of Change
The car powers up the hill
with my hand loosely on the wheel.
A little shimmy as my foot adds
power to the climb.
The road passes though the dried trees
and dead grass that fill
the gulf between there and here.
On the far side green trees climb to
an uncertain clear blue sky.
I sense, rather than know that a wall of rock
is filling the air next to the car as my
foot lets the power fail at the crest.
Coasting down into the river valley
the perfect future spreads before us.
Green grass underlines the front
of a ranch house where the old
child’s screams of summer joy
still echoes off the valley’s rim.
So long ago, the child in the mirror
wished to burst from the car
and play on that rusting swing.
Gravity takes hold of the car
as my foot hovers over the brake.
My hand tightens on the wheel
to control the flight from that past
to an uncertain future.
Till next week,
Andrew
More nostalgia… If I didn’t know better, I would say that you’re an old softie Andrew! Lovely poem…
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I am just an old softie.
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I like the story hiding behind the words, it keeps the reader invested. Nice one!
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Thank you.
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This poem is beautifully done, Andrew, with telling images and an important reflection. Thank you!
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Thanks!
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Loved reading this!!
Do drop by my site!
I write short fiction:)
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You have created such a lovely ride with both memories and the possibilities of the future, Andrew.
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Thanks!
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A unique way with words leaves me with an emotional response. This is so good Andrew.
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Thank you.
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Excellent visuals and emotions, Andrew.
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Thank you.
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There is so much going on in this poem, Andrew. From an ‘uncertain clear blue sky’ to an ‘uncertain future’. You got me.
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I got me too. Lots happening.
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