"Highways Intersect with Visions" We Write Poems #54-Take the Driver's Seat

Trucks move on asphalt as it melts
under tire movements
Glass glistening,
set in weathered window sills

In her future of
a room filled with silver besoms

Feelings,
allowing one to miss certain bursts of recognition,
not seeing anything;
it’s not here …
like a chorus of
voices that lull you to sleep
following sounds with depth
inside echoes of absolute silence
Nothing is what it was before

Misty drops grab your attention,
drenching clothes
beneath wetness on skin,
clinging for a life of its own

Remembering what to like;
disregarding all else

People drop facial expressions when she passes,
while trying to catch them falling in clusters …
maybe to be contained in an embroidered handbag

*Prompt idea, (which, I am not very good at):

Observe and Report:

In a week’s time we see many things. So, for this prompt,
write down anything you notice that seems significant to
you, and then compile the information and attempt to write
a poem from what you gathered during the week. I sometimes
do this and end up with interesting results (and other times not).