Monday, August 26, 2013

Passing the Parkway (A Poem)



The summer is passing
Like a long arm swaying
From the passenger seat
Of a car on a four-lane highway.
And I ride alongside you
Like a virtue, a wild nag
That grinds my eyesight
To the moon-ground recollections
Of dreams that buzzed in June
Now as splintered as rosewood
And littered of memories
That irk my nervous hands
Like a nose itch that won’t wipe away.
The willow vision of a boy in blond hair,
Long fingers calling out to push my
Uncomprehending legs into
Fancy cars, against the guardrails
Of our first vacation,  
Across a beach full of crab tracks
And the dismembered embers of the sea,
Into car seats full of long rides
Doomed to wedge their highway grit
Between our palms, the hold of our hands
And blow the hinge of our hearts apart
In the night air as thin as a smoke tendril,
Light as an up-rooted dandelion hair.

11 comments:





  1. The night air as thin as asmoke tendril... Face it, Stacy, you can write!







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  2. aww thank you guys so much...so happy you enjoy the poem! <3

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  3. Moon-ground recollections is a terrific image.

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  4. And blow the hinge of our hearts apart
    In the night air as thin as a smoke tendril

    Great words - thanks. :)

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  5. So much wonderful imagery in this...i love it Stacy!!

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  6. an up-rooted dandelion hair and the long arm swaying
    From the passenger seat
    Of a car on a four-lane highway.


    quite brilliantly written, this, & full of the particular breed of nostalgia that for me always comes these last sweet days of summer...

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  7. I am so happy to see your beautiful poetry again! I love the way you use language your imagery you are brilliant, one of kind, exceptional =)

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