- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Hard Luck
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There’s potholes in the road. The minibus
comes dashing down the rough, uneven track
to make up for lost time; they’ve far to go
and packed together jig and jolt upon
the narrow benches, overcrowded, hot;
the journey’s taken stoically. Once there
they will forget stiff muscles and sore bums
in the excitement of an end achieved
and walk away well-pleased - unless, of course,
what isn’t thought of happens, like today
when opposite the university
a Nissan stood abandoned in the road,
a stray kiondo and a twisted bench,
some fifteen inches of the cabin gone -
and we stopped short. Pale under his dark skin
our driver crossed to where his friend had met
another’s hard mistake and paler still
stood listening, and realized, and drove
the further way in silence, slowly, dazed,
his passengers subdued and all the day’s
intentions senseless, all the light erased.
- COMMENTS
DawnJover 11 years ago...that good poetry can bear every kind of energy that is brought to bear against it? It's tough, stoic, longsuffering and patient, like the driver and passengers in that bus.
DawnJover 11 years agoWhat a hard jolt this poem delivers! The kick of that impact is incredibly powerful!
buttersover 11 years agoenjoyed the sound/visual and emotional development throughout the piece despite the initial jar of 'there's' at the very beginning which, in itself, is almost a set-up for the unexpected jolt of what comes later. the end is the strongest part of the write - the light/pleasure sucked from the shared experience as only something as dramatic as a wreck can manage.
twelveooneover 11 years agoi find myself asking, where am i going and why did I want to get there, almost hopin for squealing tires, rap music though a cracked bass speaker, and a drive by, but then the black guy did turn white
i didn't vote, you do yourself and others a favour by concentrating on what is important,
this slice of life comes off as mayonnaise on white bread
tazz317over 11 years agofriends or family may be involved, TK U MLJ LV NV
