Holiday's Roadside Wreckage
by Odin odin@aflx.com — Read all 3,869 poems by Odin odin@aflx.com
Ah, the holiday season…that time when parading about with gifts most can’t afford and accepting gifts knowingly given with agendas attached. Tis the season to be cautious, lest one starts to believe their own masquerade. (Image by Huntingtonpost)
Monday, December 8, 2014
Holiday’s Roadside Wreckage
by Odin Roark
To live as you’re not
To be who society massages you into being
To succumb to counterfeit identity
Is to skid into mere roadside wreckage.
We pass such rubble all the time
The defective and or mismatched parts of authenticity
Merging with Nature’s roadkill
Decorated by gum wrappers
Festooned by beer cans.
Sadly…
Few anticipate the accident,
The head-on collision with reality,
Where darkness and tears
Become the black ice of misfortune.
Still…
Some will slow down enough to see when they look,
Realize that reason and logic’s purpose
Is to reveal the highway shoulders and ditches’ necessity,
Irony’s off-road demise for make-believers
Careening unconscious down life’s highway.
Roadside wreckage…
Unrewarding scenery made repetitively prophetic
Until we take the time to recognize and live compatibly
With who we really are.
With who we really are.
How so very true, for all of us.
From my limited life I always thought that "black ice" was the kind of thing found in urban freeways, particularly the Chicago Loop, when the oil leaked on the road so badly, that even a little bit of rain would cause the highways to become ice like from the black deposits of petroleum that had built up.
I guess, today, with all the clunkers taken off the road, there isn't much black goo on the roads anymore, so now we call ordinary white ice… Black. The irony would be if that could be transferred to complexion. When everyone becomes black by complexion, it will be much harder to profile humans and that problem will go away.
But as long as we describe a good economy in terms of consumption, roadkill will continue unabated.
Ron
most interesting reading
peace be with you
Merry Christmas
William