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A Long Drive Home
by Alison McKenzieWindows down
Goin 68 all the way
Hot winds of scorcher days
Insects finding their demise
On fingers surfing the trades
Into my nostrils fly
Sweetgrass, blackberries,
River water, burning fields
And someone is growing
A crop of skunk
Wishin I could share the yield.
Music loud
All the way home
And singing so the world will hear
And knowing no one does
Anyway…
07/29/2009 Author's Note: In defense of my apparently deadly fingers, the insects that flew into my windshield/hit my hands were on death missions. They had little signs, and suicide mission t-shirts. I'm not making that up. I swear.
Posted on 07/29/2009
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 07/29/09 at 04:58 PM ...ahh, allison, the aroma[s] are cool, brings me right there doin' 68 with you and i can help with that skunk, eh?! |
| Posted by Michael Smith on 07/29/09 at 05:44 PM Those poor insects =P
I really enjoyed the line "On fingers surfing the trades" in terms of its use of language and placement.
Great work as usual Mrs. McKenzie
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| Posted by A. Paige White on 07/29/09 at 06:29 PM *giggling at Chaz, "help with that skunk"* gosh. haven't scene that flavor in a coupla decades... got a share of skunk memories... You just keep singing through the long drive and even after you arrive! |
| Posted by Allison Smith on 07/30/09 at 01:21 AM I agree, poor insects!! :) Nice write. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 07/30/09 at 02:12 PM and here i was sure all the bugs in the western world were on MY windshield...who knew? Great poem, alison! |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 07/30/09 at 05:31 PM You are - this is a creative blast! |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 07/30/09 at 06:01 PM You persevere, Allison. You take the ups and downs, and you survive, grow, and it seems becoming stronger and more vulnerable at the same time. And I think that's a good thing, the more strength we gain, the more niches there are for vulnerabilities to work their work their way in...this poem is goin' like 60 (68), and it's abandon, despite what life commands we "tow" with us, is terrific. You seethe strength in this. Thanks. |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 07/30/09 at 06:59 PM Energetic and funny... I can feel the warm summer wind in my hair. Nice Alison.
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| Posted by James Zealy on 07/31/09 at 02:27 PM I like the feeling of release here. One thing I believe, is once you feel centered and happy with where you are, good things will happen. Sometimes we try to hard to be happy. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/01/09 at 05:13 PM Very nicely put Alison. Easy to visualise with the descriptiveness of a few lines. Excllent! |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/01/09 at 10:39 PM You make a drive home an adventure in life and .... well.... death. Hope you aren't a Buddhist... you windshield wielding death merchant. :-) Fun read. You grin me. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/03/09 at 07:13 PM heheheehheehe - lots of skunk crops growing this season - man, do they grow! I enjoyed your tripping! |
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