by Senna Jawa
Great rhythm in your work. I took that journey but stayed.
This resonated with my own cross-cultural trip, earlier in my life. It evokes a bittersweet freedom, a ride to no one waiting for you and to nowhere you absolutely have to be. Thank you for the read.
Coming from a very small country myself and seeing how young people there are flying into other lands like birds, I can't imagine what Americans would do to blow off steam or to run away or to stay sane if they could not get on a car and run run run... Today cross America drives are so much
Americana as American pie...and you had yours. I loved the rhythm and I believe that I got some of the desperation and perhaps the hope.
I am finding I possess a new better understanding of your work. I always enjoyed it, but perhaps I have learned.
I like the way this poem does in fact cause me to feel as though I have journeyed with you. I like your style and the honesty in your poetry.
People are so harsh..I think people need to learn the difference between a helpful critique and just being rude.
Anyway, I loved this..felt I took the drive right along with you. Next time you get the itch, swing by my place,I'll be waiting with my thumb out! :P
while you listened to the radio playing "Bette Davis Eyes"...so now you can stop knocking FLA...and don't forget to buy a new roadmap.
Moving constantly - never sojourning anywhere for long. The Chariot used - a Toyota Tercel. Restless spirit! Enjoyable!
Freeing - let the wind blow!
I've written a poem, not a report for stock holders or FBI/CIA.
An editor... with a knowledge of 80's music.
"She's got Bette Davis eyes" is the line...