Beyond dead end

Driving through the outskirt of creed,

granted me a voluble license.

With drunkard headlights,

my pavement seemed to stumble.

 

Beneath the green signal, avenue sees-

a refined riot breaking out,

a riot of birthday suit.

 

Pushing me to the amber signal,

is nothing but a cordial conspiracy.

 

Wide eyed traffic rules didn’t speak.

The horns didn’t speak either.

 

All the blinks of renaissance were confident.

While the engines corrupted themselves.

 

Being a stone deaf,

I still was hearing the laugh of it,

The laugh of signal turning into red.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Your writing is very much "on the edge" with originality & a startling quality of unexpectedness. Your message makes a reader think . . . two or three times. I love an extended metaphor & your "stoplight" metaphor is done with a mysterious flare . . . red/green/amber . . . nice symbols for the various ways we might move ahead in life or love (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[moog-drika]

This is such a pleasure to have your interpretative thoughts on the writeup through this review. It made me view the whole scenery in a different angle. Thank you so much and lots of love.
*Hugs*
Mugdha.

[Richard M]

I can't imagine the horror of the this and hope you're okay? Thank you for sharing with us here.

[moog-drika]

I should thank you for the review. I guess I got somehow used to this horrific imagery, so it got normal for me now. haha. But thanks so much :'D hope you liked it :D

[Wesley Dingler]

Well-written.
I agree. The journey, for me at least, usually begins just beyond the rubicon.
I love how this piece puzzled me on the first read, but by the second, seemed to become much clearer.
It's still early here. Thank you for waking my brain in such a way today.

[moog-drika]

This is normal. Because when I re-read my pieces, they end up confusing me on the first read. My mind is such a mess, I blame it. haha
But thank you so much for exploring the write-up and putting your thoughts on it. It's a pleasure waking your brain up this way :'D

[Chris Shaw]

Red lights. Most people stop at red lights, but not everyone. I certainly know where my boundaries are. Well written moog-drika.

Chris

[moog-drika]

I think the main journey starts after red lights because life is a combination of these signal colors, it will be green sometimes, sometimes yellow, sometimes red. But thanks a bunch for your lovely summary on it. :'D

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome :)