Aiming (poem) by Daniel S. McTaggart on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Amira van Kerk (Reader)

Reviewed on April 18, 2006

Maybe more coffee??
Nice little write.
Amira

Reviewed by Candy T (Reader)

Reviewed on February 18, 2006

i sense a dualism to this piece that makes me want to comment on what it seems to be rather than what it is at first glance. maybe they did hit their mark... why explain it all away? if you can feel the magic, then it has to be there.

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on January 28, 2006

A-wow.....could you hear me say THAT???

Safe trip my friend....know that feeling.....driving maybe one of the most dangerous joyes in life!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Nordette Adams

Reviewed on January 28, 2006

You mean you've seen me drive? ;-) ~~Nordette

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on January 28, 2006

You've hit the mark with another intriguing post, Mountain Poet.

Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)

Reviewed on January 28, 2006

well done..haven't been there or done that but know those who have..

Vesna:)

Reviewed by William DeVault

Reviewed on January 28, 2006

Been there...especially in that sticky, icky sulfurous fog you get sometimes when the coke ovens are raging. (applause) Hey, both hands on the wheel.

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on January 28, 2006

Yup. Many accidents though are caused by micro sleep whilst driving.. And the driver does not even realise what happened..

Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen

Reviewed on January 27, 2006

Daniel, I ached as I read this, knowing mountains contain more of life's worth than driving now-a-day's worth's life.

Aiming tired eyes at
roads going by liquifies
any other light seen, in a life.

Nodding off brings death, I know, a twin of a friend did just such, and drove into a cliff in Idaho, or Washington or, somewhere just so.

The metaphor of rubbing eyes, I hope, has been augmented by someone who cares, in the sense of revitalization. ... Yeah, me!

Or, maybe we will see...

Yours in mountain dreams,

and, Stay Awake!

Erin

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on January 27, 2006

A truer poem has never been written, though I find I do my best driving when I am sleeping, as well, I get my best sleep while driving...;) Ed