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our exchanges make me very temperamental
by Vere Mantratriad"Should I ask?"
she says to me
while we wind down roads;
passing children on bikes,
horns cursing passers-by,
exhaust spewing out of pipes
as if red-faced mustached men
bargained through cigar's clouds.
"Should I push?"
she turns the wheel slightly,
exchanging one monotony
for another, perfectly aligned;
lines reflect on my face,
as bars I've constructed,
caging in terrible thoughts.
bars, not a solid wall:
I want the smallest of them
to seep out onto you.
"Should I forget it?"
I find myself hoping
she'll pass the final turn;
leave me here on the shoulder,
so I can find my own way.
as the earth on her axis,
I spin round and round -
so I just shake my head. 05/30/2005 Author's Note: repost 05/30/2005
Posted on 07/08/2006
Copyright © 2025 Vere Mantratriad
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 07/10/06 at 04:14 AM a very vivid piece with a clear statement: sometimes there is no advice to give because we need to find our own answers |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 07/11/06 at 02:33 AM oh I've been down this road.....
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| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 07/11/06 at 02:41 AM Reminds me of me. Both ways. You are very authentic and interesting! —Jill |
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