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The Highway
Longer stretches of colourless monotony
from windshield to rear-view mirror’s find
white division specks creeping alongside my Honda
next to an overperforming, yet absent mind
I dread counting minutes to my destination
ninety-eight spaces to occupy
before I stretch my legs, and am succinctly reminded
of the childhood I’ve long ago left behind
Stretches of road between two places, two houses
Two people I’ve lived as, a pseudo self-clone:
The me I was born into, that my family remembers
And the me I have crafted, this difference I know.
The highway bleeds heartache, homesickness, these memories
The highway screams lost words I’ve chosen not to groan
In car and my heart I will graciously nod to
the terrain I’ve encountered,
I am on my way home.
from windshield to rear-view mirror’s find
white division specks creeping alongside my Honda
next to an overperforming, yet absent mind
I dread counting minutes to my destination
ninety-eight spaces to occupy
before I stretch my legs, and am succinctly reminded
of the childhood I’ve long ago left behind
Stretches of road between two places, two houses
Two people I’ve lived as, a pseudo self-clone:
The me I was born into, that my family remembers
And the me I have crafted, this difference I know.
The highway bleeds heartache, homesickness, these memories
The highway screams lost words I’ve chosen not to groan
In car and my heart I will graciously nod to
the terrain I’ve encountered,
I am on my way home.
Published 11th Oct 2021
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11th Oct 2021 8:05pm
Dear U,
Marvelous use of metaphor. Roads and cars. Sometimes I like to think I can suspend time when I'm driving between the two places because then I don’t have to be either person. I think being able to see the changes, old me, new me, can all be good…unless it isn’t. I curtsy to this wonderful poem and its power of self reflection. H🌷
Marvelous use of metaphor. Roads and cars. Sometimes I like to think I can suspend time when I'm driving between the two places because then I don’t have to be either person. I think being able to see the changes, old me, new me, can all be good…unless it isn’t. I curtsy to this wonderful poem and its power of self reflection. H🌷
12th Oct 2021 2:15pm
Dear H,
Thank you! I feel I will go back to this metaphor in another way again in my writing.. it's calling me still. :)
I love your idea of suspending time between two places.. I like this a lot.. being neither, or the awareness of the overlap of two people we have been.
Thank you for stopping by, for your comment.
I appreciate you,
usra 💜
Thank you! I feel I will go back to this metaphor in another way again in my writing.. it's calling me still. :)
I love your idea of suspending time between two places.. I like this a lot.. being neither, or the awareness of the overlap of two people we have been.
Thank you for stopping by, for your comment.
I appreciate you,
usra 💜
11th Oct 2021 10:28pm
12th Oct 2021 2:16pm
Hello O! Thank you for your comment, and for stopping by.
Hope you are keeping well.
warmly,
ursa 💜
Hope you are keeping well.
warmly,
ursa 💜
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12th Oct 2021 3:19am
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12th Oct 2021 2:17pm
thank you Bon_Mot, for stopping by and for your comment!
Hoping you're having a good day,
ursa 💜
Hoping you're having a good day,
ursa 💜
14th Oct 2021 12:18pm
14th Oct 2021 1:16pm
Hey Cipher_0, thank you! Sincerely appreciate the read and your comment.
warmly, ursa 💜
warmly, ursa 💜
