When I drive... (poem) by Ankin Timourian on AuthorsDen

When I drive...
by Ankin Timourian → (All Poetry by Ankin Timourian)
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Even driving a car is an art for me especially when the music is on and sometimes it is the only place you can be alone and share your sadness with protective forces - named Angels…
Sometimes I just drive around. I drive against the blowing wind And turn the music very loud, By letting the windows down, I let the single notes escape, go out And find their freedom in the clouds. I take my hands off the wheel And let the conductor within me come out. When you are holding me around my waist, I feel confident, My car and I are circling around, Listening to Chopin and Strauss: The waltz is spinning in my head and I fly in the clouds, No ice, but I’m skating, changing lanes And taking my car into Escapades. Being held by you in my everyday seat, I feel safe, I drive up and down the streets, very proud, Suddenly I am an International singer, I become romantic, French, and dreaming about … I become an Italian, passionate, My heart is singing “Solo Tou…” But when the rain gently knocks on the roof And tries to clean my windshield, The sadness sneaks in from the window… I push the pedal to the limit; I try to become a pilot And fly my car into the clouds, Again, I turn the music loud hoping no one is near, No one can hear my weeping sound, Hoping you can understand and support me, Hoping you can wipe away my silent tears. Only you can take me to seventh heaven… Then… I close my eyes and let go of my fears. Behind me I feel your white wings holding the wheel, I know you are always with me; You will never let me down. By Ankin Timourian Copyright © 2009

Reviewed by Robert Whitford

Reviewed on August 14, 2013

Beautiful piece here Ankin. The pitch is perfect and the weather bright and beautiful for music. Angels hold the wheel and lift you in song. Well done and easy to read as an open road and easy wheel. Bob

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on August 29, 2009

THE IMAGERY IN THIS WONDERFUL WORK IS FANTASTIC! I ENJOYED THIS IT AND CAN ATTEST TO THE FACT THAT...OH YES!...'HE' IS ALWAYS THERE!
BLESSINGS AND THANKS FOR SHARING. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Dark Knight (Reader)

Reviewed on August 27, 2009

lovely poetry

Reviewed by Dixie Dawn Michelle (Reader)

Reviewed on August 19, 2009

You let your heart talk through the lines of "When I drive...". I liked what I read here, and the closing stanza did impress me.

Thank you for sharing your beautiful works.

In appreciation,

Dixie Dawn Michelle

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on August 18, 2009

From Pavarotti "e'luceva l'estelle" tru Mozart's "requiem's lacrimosa" until Blue Eyes tells me that he did it his way, driving alone is a pleasure (back seat drivers should be forbidden! LOL)

Georg