Blue sky stretched open like
a long anticipated invitation
trees line my drive
sunshine caressing branches of grace
that spill shadows
onto black tar
mind driving faster than the speed limit
“It’s That Girl, Again”
and indeed I’m lifted
through the sun-roof
pondering a million thoughts
as wild and suicidal
as those birds
daring across four lanes of 60 mile an hour metal
and certain death
and I ponder how death
can be merciful
But why should things that fly die?
And who dares death on a day when sunlight brings
effortless smiles and easy pleasantries
One hour and 40 minutes of driving
God is my passenger
or is He driving?
The only thing on my radar are questions…
like why should anything die without meaning?
How is it that car rides turn into philosophical journeys?
I’m all alone with Him and now
20 minutes of silent dialogue with The Creator of All
and I wonder and pray
about the meaning of even this very moment
it’s all fragile
like the spider’s web
torn down by morning
and the sun’s rays reveal destruction and hope
He rebuilds again
yet my heart aches and yearns beyond
I wonder if my own inner darkness will spill over like tree shadows…
I want to tear down my own web…
escape the darkness
of the unknown
another week of wondering if he will break
if she will turn
if love is faithful
when the cash is low, the tank dry and nowhere to turn
and all feels squeezed
ribs closing in
But still, returning
©Beneath The Surface: Breath of Faith/Dawn Paoletta
…she welcomes bad weather, she remembers how life really is.
“She’s back, it’s that girl again
Saying, all is good and well
But why is she looking so pleased
After all that has happened?
And yet she has the time of her life
Forcing us to smile, to be kind and glad
To welcome bad weather
But we know better how life really is
She’s demanding too much
It’s that girl again preaching how to love
What’s more, she suffers fools gladly
God knows, why? And annoying us all
But has the time of her life”
Lyrics by Basia
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8 thoughts on “Summer Drive”
Love the style of your wandering thoughts. Even stepping back and looking at you poem, it has a nice shape. Lot's of good imagery hereI want to tear down my own web…rebuild itescape the darknessof the unknownNicely done!
pondering a million thoughtsunconstrainedas wild and suicidalas those birdsdaring across four lanes of 60 mile an hour metaland certain death..wow that is some kinda thoughts….smiles….why do things die…hard question…i dont know that i would want to live forever…and i hope death not to be meaningless…i want to tear down my web…that is a tight stanza…
Thank you, Shawn!
Appreciate your input and visit…”tight stanza”- smiles back!
The only thing on my radar are questions… like why should anything die without meaning?…had to re-read that a couple times. Very deep.
Deep happens for me in two places especially: the shower and the car. Dunno why!
driving is one of my favorite places to wander–thoughts ride along with me like I'm a chauffeur. I'm certain God has the wheel, 'cause I'm still alive. I enjoyed your picturesque journey as your mind ignored the speed limit.
Wonderful! Love this.
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