Throttle

I miss you

 

The radio sings our life,

our conversations, as

I keep driving, on,

to a disc cocky mix of

forgotten messages or

grateful lies as you

^tap^ dance naked

miming ‘♫True Blue Baby♫,’

trilby tilted over your

boy-charm smile,

Sinatra style, …,‘♫I love you♫.’

 

I loathe Madonna, I tell you,

you stick out your tongue,

 

the red light stops me, dead,

a blue buffalo steered volvo

pulls up aside, scolding my

hyena laugh, so I swallow

the giggle of you dropping

your cane, as you hug me

tight and dry my eyes,

so I can press on, the clutch,

the accelerator, first gear,

second, (time yet for third),

as I drive on,

 

missing you.

Author's Note

True story of driving the days after a very special man died. I thought the radio was being controlled by his ghost and then he appeared tap dancing naked on my steering wheel. (I love it when a man dances naked for me, haha) It was the first time I'd laughed in days. I like to think my madness (or his ghost) may not make others feel alone if they have experienced these moments too with grief. Or maybe its just me - again.

Reviews

[Donald Meikle]

Tilly wudda loved you too!

[Chloe_Spence]

Lovely poem, Narnie- such an interesting yet well-written piece!

[T. L. O'Neal]

It's hard to lose someone no matter what the circumstance, it seems that anything and everything reminds you of that person. Wonderful write. T

[Cara Rosalie]

I would have loved this even if it weren't true...but I love it all the more because it is.

Great poetry originates from real life -- especially in what may appear to be the mundane or senseless...It's in those innocuous moments, things become a little clearer, life becomes a little less difficult to bear and there's a sense of "everything is going to be okay"

Your poem took me to that moment with you. I could almost hear your laugh, see your head tipped back and the disgruntled and oblivious person glowering at you. I couldn't help but giggle with you... :)

Beautiful.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

It's not just you...I like naked dancing too. ROTFLMAO I often dance naked myself in the shower...especially if the water goes cold.Never danced on a steering wheel though.

[Poeticadia]

This is just perfect... a beautiful poem.

The radio breaks in on grief and brings the past to life.

"you stick out your tongue,

the red light stops me, dead, "
...
"so I swallow
the giggle of you dropping
your cane, as you hug me
tight and dry my eyes,"

...i love the detail and vibrancy in this poem... something reclaimed of what was lost.

And at the end it seems to pull away from the memory with a sense of sadness but acceptance.

[Robin]

I believe radios are connected to our memories too ~ this is a special piece ~

[Emily B]

it's not just you . . . we all have those moments, and you write it so well