Spring Fearvour

the fewtch

He probably shouldn't have

been driving so he drove

in socks.

No two cars

are alike.

Leave your windows open

and let the night sleep there.

The sun a thick sickness

warming honey's throat.

Reviews

[Jane Taylor Hardy]

Fascinating write....love the way you word things....enjoyed this immensely. Thank you for sharing your talent.

[The Twin Arenas]

Thanks, Jane.

[rach]

Man I missed reading your stuff, seriously I derive so much joy from reading your poetry. Beautiful work as always.

[The Twin Arenas]

Thanks, Rach. This makes my day.

[Kim]

I particularly like the third stanza.

[The Twin Arenas]

A lot of people like that one. Thanks for the read.

[Sydney]

I love the personification of Night

[Katrina]

The third stanza is stunning. I like how it's partly fragmented -- kind of passed over me like Polaroids from someone else's road trip, showing this or that, woven together with the one common factor of 'going.'

[The Twin Arenas]

Hey, thanks!

[Alex]

Love this! The last two stanzas are killer- great writing.

[Cory Barrett]

The idea of night sleep in the backseat of a car because the windows were left open is awesome, really awesome. And then its pounded in with a reverse imagery of coating honey's throat. I always like the backwards thinking that night is really the safe place in our lives; i suppose being afraid of the day is far more understandable than the night.

The night is were we forget.

The day reminds us of our responsibilities, our remorse.


Good write brother.

[marcus]

Awesome, I love it!! nice job

[Cheyenne Williams]

Love the warmth of sun and honey together. And springtime's all about road trips and driving with the windows down

[The Twin Arenas]

honey the proper noun

[Cheyenne Williams]

I should have caught on to that myself. I call everybody honey. Makes the poem that much better

[ANTO]

I had am image of a guy kicked out of the house or left in a hurry and determined to get out of a relationship for a while even. Hops in the car - his partners (noticing the quirks and foibles of a different motor and making the impactful statement about no two cars...).
He's decided to pull over and sleep the night away - waking to a golden sunrise and ...perhaps...hope.
Thank you for the RR.
:)