This Evensong
Skeletal frame
Oil drained
Engine well
Scorched-out Ford
Scavenged upholstery
On cinder blocks
Picked clean of doors
Know not easy
More than wrong
Sunset spreads
This evensong
Tumbling fall
Alternate crash
No big deal
Don’t care to ask
Leveled from pain
Front end smashed
Going nowhere
Lightening flash
Last rites
Baby cries
Lives in lines
Pennies on eyes
Singing choir
Tearful sighs
Through all of life
Must say goodbyes
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March 30, 2010 at 7:09 am
Dustus this post is awesome, and I enjoyed reading it very much.
March 30, 2010 at 7:12 am
Glad you enjoyed, Viola. Thank you
March 30, 2010 at 8:54 am
Your word selection makes this poem flow and makes it easy to see. Thanks! 🙂
March 30, 2010 at 9:48 am
This poem poured out and felt good to write. Thanks, Doraz 🙂
March 30, 2010 at 10:03 am
nature is cool,
it is from your heart,
beautiful flow,
Happy Tuesday to you!
March 30, 2010 at 10:13 am
Jingle! Thanks. Appreciative of nature and going with the flow. A wonderful day to you! 🙂
March 30, 2010 at 10:25 am
Car crash? It sounds like a cystertian hymn, or a mantra, very enjoyable! Thanks as always for your comments Adam. Evensong, a very clever play on words 🙂
March 30, 2010 at 11:06 am
I was in a car crash one afternoon back in high school, as part of providing community service—”Mobile Meals”— for the elderly. My friend and I were so lucky. Thank goodness for air bags! The driver of the other car reeked of liquor and was not arrested. Thanks, Shan 🙂
March 30, 2010 at 11:46 am
aawww… that was such a heart-wrenching poem.. 😦
nice flow of words but 🙂
the picture built up as i kept reading..
beautiful imagery..
March 30, 2010 at 12:51 pm
Thanks, Meg. No picture prompt this time. lol Glad it conjures images during the read. Given a bit sad, but from the heart. cheerios
🙂
March 30, 2010 at 12:07 pm
Dustus, I am shocked the police didn’t arrest him. That is why so many people are killed. The police slap them on the you know what and say go ahead get in the car and do it again, but next time take a life. I don’t know where you are from but that really upsets me the man didn’t go to jail. You should report that police officer.
March 30, 2010 at 12:47 pm
You’re right. It happened a very long time ago before the crack down on drunk driving. Still bothers me. The laws are much stricter now, and in some states there is literally little tolerance (no pun intended).
March 30, 2010 at 1:27 pm
An excellent poem with very strong images in it…I loved the words selected for this poem…kudos!
March 30, 2010 at 2:04 pm
Working with images all the time is definitely influencing the lines. Thanks for commenting on word choice 🙂
March 30, 2010 at 9:07 pm
I read this through three times I liked it so well. By the time I got to the bottom I was sensing this swaying rhythmn. Nice way to paint a picture, Adam!
March 31, 2010 at 6:46 am
🙂 Lately, I’ve been trying to approach my poetry differently— changing the cadence in subtle ways & being more experimental with image layers. Very glad you like it, Leslie.
March 30, 2010 at 11:40 pm
I like it — it reminds me of the opening scene of one of my books!
March 31, 2010 at 6:49 am
Then it must be fantastic! lol Dennis, seriously, I look forward to reading one of your books 🙂
March 31, 2010 at 1:52 am
wonderful. you portrayed a breezy sketch of desolation-end.
March 31, 2010 at 6:51 am
Thanks, Trisha. I have trouble saying goodbye to people.