The Juice of Life

 

Driving west down Interstate-70

Past golden wheat fields waving in the wind

Like spools of velvet fabric

Rolling gently over mounds of hidden cherry blossoms,

My head buzzes with energy.

The wind blows my hair smacking rose colored sunglasses wildly

As Lenny Kravitz blares on the radio making me tap my hands

On the steering wheel, happy, but slightly off beat.

Nothing ahead of me but hundreds of miles of dreams,

And behind me mountains of regret.

In my heart lightness grows as my future looms up ahead.

As of yet I can’t see it, but the signs are in the distance.

Its close enough to smell and it’s wonderful.

Fresh as spring rain with hints of citrus

Bright as the sun and plump with the juice of life.

When I arrive I’ll pull over and take it all in,

But until I do I’m going to sit back,

Press my foot on the exhilarator

And enjoy the ride.

 

Reviews

[Big ol' Kahuna]

I love that the best times of life are still ahead. I bet this is one of the first times someone has written a poem having to do anything with western kansas and I-70. The images of the rolling hills and endless rows of wheat swaying in the breeze is a beautiful one though. Just don't get close to running out of gas out there, eh?
Loved the fresh as spring rain with hints of citrus. Also loved the hundreds of miles of dreams ahead.
I love the optimistic look at what is next to come, and I agree with that. I can't wait to see what comes next.
Nice job Mrs.

[Greg Skura]

Well Done! I truly enjoyed the ride you took me on! Cheers!

[visions of doom]

this is the beautiful poet i know , full of hope and forever love , heading off into the sunset to face whatever life throws at her head on and without fear . life can be so beautiful if we take a chance and i know you are going take this one , fabulous poem , well done gorgeous .

[Collect-Eye]

it's an apt prequil, to be sure.

[BABSIE BEE]

Ohhhh Honey...this sounds just like moi !!! Music and deep thoughts whilst driving is so healing to the soul.
Leaving regret behind and driving onwards to the better future sounds perfect to me. Can just see you girl with your rose coloured sunglasses...literally or otherwise. I loved the positive vibes in this write. Thanks HP.

Babsie Bee xxx

[Nix]

You know what, there is something very positive and peaceful about this. It's full of optimism and beautiful colours! It's as if you're suddenly happy to go with it, ride the wind into the unexpected with your head held high. I like the line "Nothing ahead of me but hundreds of miles of dreams, and behind me mountains of regret" feels as if you're waving goodbye to the past and your misfortunes and choosing to be happy. I have read this a few times now and every time it's lifted me up and made me smile. :) This is such a lovely, positive poem Honeypot! x

[Erotic Druid]

that is the way to do it!

[J. Alexis Balaguer]

Such is life.
If all men had the same view of it as you, the world would be a better place.
Keep it up Honey.

Punishment

[Pax Analog]

Classically invigorating poem. Sensibility is like a modern version of Whitman's "Song of the Open Road": . . ."henceforth I ask not good fortune/I myself am good fortune."

Ah, just re-read and caught that "Press my foot on the exhilarator" line -- excellent word play! ;-)

"Spring rain," "citrus," "sun," "juice of life" -- "exhilarator" indeed!

Thanks for the vibrant ride!

[cilla]

This poem is filled with a bounty of delicious images. The beautiful metaphor of the open road an endless future unfolding before you as you drive. "The fresh spring rain with hints of citrus" becoming a cleansing and transformative passage into a new day. Beautiful.

But, I had this odd piece of trivial knowledge stuck in my head � Route 70 is the last piece of the originally conceived interstate highway system. So as roads go � Route 66 is passage into the past � Route 70 a newly form pathway to the future.

So, in my mind � and maybe in yours too � I imagine miles of virgin highway and one lone vehicle chasing the passing sun westward � and savoring everything about it.