Hitchhiker

Hitchhiker

 

 

had a poem riding in the back seat

distraction

while driving towards freeverse country

 

the stuttering engine

weeps

as the ink leaks

 

the poem calmly sits

I glance in the rearview mirror

once or twice

 

but the poem just rides

abides

as the road starts to look familiar

 

I see signs of completion

miles to go before

the ink seeps 

 

I see billboards of Frost

heckling

with his sordid nature

 

writes, which get me lost

on nights

of reading deep into the woods

 

mile markers

mark punctuation

I ignore

 

I implore

this trip to be over

hitchhikers might be dangerous

 

need to let the inspiration out

it can walk the rest of the way

Or stick out its iambic thumb

 

and let the next poet

turn the keys

to bring the poem

 

all the way home.

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/27/24

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Wow, what a great poem and metaphors galore! very clever using the hitchhikers as a means to and end...love every word!
Warmly, B

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your very kind review, Betty,
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

You're very welcome J.
Warmly, B

[Andrew John]

Frosty sighs here. I love the refs to him, and the poem in general, of course. A very pleasant, and interesting, piece to travel with.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Andrew,
j.

[FGFRANKLIN]

"There's a killer on the road..." Maybe it's best to leave the driving to Greyhound. ;) Nice metaphors as par for your work.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Greyhound...i like that...thank you, Fabian.
j.

[emmajoygreen]

Far longer than usual, but truly - a metaphorical feast, jacob. How finely and appropriately you play your words, making them near sing along to each other. Would hitchhike across Europe to tell a tale the way you do, sir!

(In my youth, would hitchhike if essential; my boots are still dubbed and ready!)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

We used to hitchhike and pick up hitchhikers in my college days...but that was the sixties...and it seemed safe enough then.
so different now.
j.

[emmajoygreen]

Life, like the world, has altered in so many ways. Trust and loyalty can be dirty words at times.. so sad. My parents, my grandparents used to invite strangers in if they needed warmth; rear gates would be left unlocked, apples would be left in containers for a small donation.. Last year I left a bucket of apples out in the same circumstances- the bucket/fruit was taken wholesale but no pennies! As to hitchhiking, a dirty word in so many ways.. Who can we trust, hand on heart, jacob?.

[light and ashes]

I think a lot of us feel this way, when we are trying to bring a poem forth, and the trip seems a little cumbersome.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

so true, thank you, little bubble.
j.

[light and ashes]

welcome, jacob.

[Desert Knave]

I could almost feel a little Hunter S. Thompson vibe in here. Quite interesting take on the process of writing. ~Jim

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Jim.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

A fabulous metaphor here J. Hitchhikers may well turn out to be dangerous. I have many hitchhikers, but all mine are known to me and don’t pose any threats. I stick with the inspiration and drive carefully and am more than happy when the destination is reached and the poem completed. I saw you in the driver’s seat. You aren’t comfortable with the he in the rear view mirror. Great write my friend.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words, Chris,
j.

[Thomas W Case]

Fantastic metaphor and symbolism.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Thomas,
j.