Commuting

Kimberly Dickens on Jul 16, 2008

Another current concern.

Looking out over cornfields

the world is

somehow larger.

Following a dump truck

I twist my hair

then rest my head

on the tips of three fingers.

A smell of ruined Earth,

as a pebble of empathy

breaks the silence but not the glass,

ricocheted breath.

My life

hauled around

in the back of something gray.

Wisps of me – lost in the wind.

A rockslide of thought,

and this crumbling brain

scatters across miles of

blacktop.

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Comments (5)

The Grey Ronin on Jul 16, 2008
Interesting imagery, and a subject that many can relate to. Not bad.
Shylo Songbird on Jul 17, 2008
I can just picture this driving down the road & identify with it. Wonderful!
Diana on Jul 17, 2008
Agree, our planet is slowly dying and I feel like I can do nothing against everything else…
kdstuart on Jul 17, 2008
I am glad to see that someone picked up on the helpless feeling I was hoping to convey… Hi diana. thanks for commenting. call ya soon :]
Sassi on Jul 18, 2008
I have seen her poetry before she can make you feel like your there seeing and doing what the poem says. She does great work I hope to see more of her stuff on here.

Hi there!