Trite Mystery

Trite Mystery

A Poem by Floundering About

“That
is one of the great mysteries of life,” he said, 
“you go forward but the scenery goes backward.”
We laughed 
awkwardly, patronizingly, hurling forward past trees sliding backward.
“And then,” his daughter dutifully added,
“you look in the mirror and you see where you’ve been.”
However we were oriented forward,
looking out the windshield as more road approached.
How peculiar,
the metaphor almost falls into nonsense but then
what of the seats faced forward,
the cramping legs,
the nausea if you look away,
and the driver risking collision if he looks away?
The scenery whips by,
you whipped on.
What was there?  The closer you
look the faster it goes.

© 2010 Floundering About


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An amazing metaphor about life, and delivered in a really different way. I liked the dialogue at the beginning. It made it less like a dream and more grounded into reality, if that makes sense. The way it was written was more straightforward than most people would if they were to write a metaphor. Different but in a really good way.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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