Honk the Horn!

Empty eyes await a word,
Something to establish me.
They know I'm good, or so I speak
When telling of how far I'd reach,
But all they see is that I wait,
I wait, I wait, I contemplate,
I ponder, think, and hesitate.
They stare, and still I sit and dream,
Dazing in the driver's seat.

They scream: "Why don't you just honk the horn?
If we were in your spot we would!
It seems so simple, where's the wait?
Others honked the horn before
And that horn's sound has traveled great
Distance, reaching near and far,
The echoes remain to this date!
Lean forward and honk the horn
And show us beauty in its form!"

But what they never seem to grasp,
What the WORLD can't seem to grasp,
is I don't wish to honk the horn;
I wish to drive the car.

Author's Note

Inspired by my thoughts on how poets must come off to non-poets.

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

I think you are right. We come off as horn honkers don't we?

A bunch of geese we are.

[Nobody.]

ah, I like the extended metaphor here. I think we need a louder horn. Or, maybe they'd listen if we'd eat the car....ah, still wouldn't work. they'd listen, but they still wouldn't know what it meant.

great piece.
cheers Mike!

[Coyote Poetry]

I don't know. I believe the internet make writing gain more readers and writers. I had 2000 people reading my poetry on MySpace before they change the format. Look at this site. Great talent and people trying to write and become better. Not all people will grasp poetry or story. Can honk the horn and they would not care. I like how you made your point in this poem. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote