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roadside reverie, lines of the 15
by Scott Cadence
Sun behind,
my forehead rests
on the back window
watching
old tire marks
veer and withdraw
on the lines of the 15 -
creating miles of art
on the roadside.
My skin is dry
and red from days
at the beach,
my right leg
still stinging
from being wedged
between two boulders -
thinking I could impress you
with my childish
adventure leap,
almost killed us both.
but I smile
and sink back
into my thoughts,
the kind passenger's have
right before
they return
home,
the tide still lingering
with it's forceful motion
in a head spin
of imagery,
remembering you
through the twist
of drunk bodies
the night before,
a simple moment
when I reached out
across a friend
to hold your hand
and you gripped mine
back,
the ideas you held there
have me disoriented,
tumbling against
the floor of my own depth
in an undertow
that won't let go.
I am just barely
holding on,
trying to keep
this feeling of you
at the top
of my lungs,
the window reflecting
a tear in one eye
I can't let you see
when monday comes
knowing
ultimately
we will still be
just friends.
08/10/2008 Author's Note:
Posted on 08/11/2008
Copyright © 2024 Scott Cadence
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/13/08 at 03:42 AM Reveries are sometimes the only things we have to hold. And they can be worth a lifetime. I did find the music distracting from the read. But that is just me no doubt. Nice write. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/21/08 at 11:47 AM dreams are a grab bag, as is love, you never know what each has in store for us, whilst we are dreaming or in love. wonderful poem, Scott. |
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