Peddle to the metal here girl, wtg, but I prefer to take it to the back streets, ie scrub, am alot safer there. In any case, I hear yah, just wanting to go like the clappers :)
Missed yah
hugs Ch'erie
I can sooooo understandt this one Sweet Kate but I think you better swing by and pick me up first and I will take you to the highlands of Nova Scotia where the fall colours explode right in front of your eyes. Good to see you posting again I missed you.
hugs
Fee
Oh baby, so perfect of a Sammy Haggar "I Can't Drive 55!" Does Van Halen have even a speed limit? Better follow it up with Meatloaf's Bat out of Hell cranked! Oh, yea, then Tracy Chapman's Fast Car - that fuzzy paraphernalia hanging dice on the rearview and some leopard throws on the seats, the answer my friend, is blowin' in the wind and Dylan Street is just 'round the corner with Devo, Whip it Good and Jan and Dean's Deadman's Curve throws us into reverse emotions, peelin' rubber back to that Sugar Shack where the Archies met Honey Comb and Secret Agent Man...good to see you tuned that ol' jalopy, Kate...radiator hose in good shape? Short piece of rubber expands...But then...no ass-phalt of ours...
"...that untidy nest of speckled-egg unthoughts"...I can identify with completely when so much is a jumble and confusion and driving or walking alone may help to sort, or may not, but giving it expression is the thing and you do that very well. Thank you, Kate, for this.
John
thank goodness for sunny days - yep, sometimes that´s all one can do - foot down, moving on through...blinking light and shade is okay, too much strobe can be a bit problematic for me! didn´t feel that in this write, all felt timely, cool write Kate, love, Nicky xx
Partially quoting Charlie, below, "This poem took me on quite a different journey from the other reviewers"; in fact, it took me... exactly where I am, now, just going, not sure where and not sure I care, kind of in a mindless drone, and yet... definitely feeling the throb in that "basket... that untidy nest of speckled-egg unthoughts" (this image is pure brilliance) in my chest! :0) This drive, my dearest Kate, makes me not lose hope that something may actually hatch, when it's ready, along the way! Love it, love to read you again!
Big {{{{{{{hugs}}}}}}}
Alexandra*
These delicious words took me from low to high.... to Wheeeee, and now, I'm at Zzzzzz at the wheel. Such sweet thought from one mind to another. I thank you, smart lady. Cheers. - Bill
You're so right about everyone getting caught by a different glint of light in crystals of poetry... This poem took me on quite a different journey from the other reviewers'.
So many battles in life. And you ask yourself, Is this the hill-- the hill I want to die on? And sometimes you just have to give in, regardless of your wishes... what are you going to do? Feelings at such times become irrelevant. Take the achy heart and throw it out the window. You gotta do what you gotta do, and sometimes, that's just to "put your hands on the wheel, your foot down and drive –"
Apathy becomes a phantom itch, but a nice companion-- surreal-ly comfortable... That's what my experience read into it.
BTW, I loved that "strobing" right before "stroking"... that was clever. --Charlie
I love the imagery in
"stroking that soft thing
(that is your empty mind)
like a faintly-purring cat,
stretching."
and the following stanzas
It makes the reader smile...
Relaxed, but moving on.
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Christine
Missed yah
hugs Ch'erie
full speed ahead
enjoyed
pax A
hugs
Fee
Love,
Sage
John
Be always safe,
Karen
Carole~
Love it Kate!
all you can do
is put your hands
on the wheel,
your foot down
and drive –
I did just that when I was recently chased out of New Orleans by a hurricane. And I'm glad I did; I found many marvelous things along the way.
Big {{{{{{{hugs}}}}}}}
Alexandra*
Edwin
So many battles in life. And you ask yourself, Is this the hill-- the hill I want to die on? And sometimes you just have to give in, regardless of your wishes... what are you going to do? Feelings at such times become irrelevant. Take the achy heart and throw it out the window. You gotta do what you gotta do, and sometimes, that's just to "put your hands on the wheel, your foot down and drive –"
Apathy becomes a phantom itch, but a nice companion-- surreal-ly comfortable... That's what my experience read into it.
BTW, I loved that "strobing" right before "stroking"... that was clever. --Charlie
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
"stroking that soft thing
(that is your empty mind)
like a faintly-purring cat,
stretching."
and the following stanzas
It makes the reader smile...
Relaxed, but moving on.
Axilea
I LOVE how you write; the imagery and words you choose to use are simply outstanding!! BRAVA, extremely well penned!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
(that is your empty mind)
like a faintly-purring cat,
stretching.
I love your images and the meaning expressed within your verses gives me pause for reflection, Kate. Thank you. Love and best wishes to you,
Regis
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Nicely written. Sometimes you have to be alone with your thoughts.
Mary