lesson not learned

here I come

moving faster than I ever imagined possible

careening toward what

I never know

you can't tell me

but here we go

I try to look out the window

everything flies by in a blur

I remember last time

veering suddenly

off the road. over the cliff. out of my mind

when the dust settled I climbed the muddy bank and looked down at the wreckage, smoldering below

sparks taking to the warm breeze

crepitatious windsong in my ears

the scent of singed hair in my nostrils

"Be more careful in the future" said a voice.

Indignantly I scoffed. "Obviously."

then you arrive, in a different car this time

"They make them safer now." we agree.

"And we'll handle things differently this time."

behind the wheel once more

on this winding road once more

and just there

around the next bend

the faintest wisps of lingering smoke

 

◄ scintillating conversation

upon waking (for the first time) ►

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Eiren Water

Tue 9th Jul 2019 22:34

Thank you, Lisa, for your thoughtful comment. ?

e. xxx

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Eiren Water

Tue 9th Jul 2019 22:32

Sorry Devon for the confusion! I actually had a very different poem in mind when I began, and by the time I was finished it made no sense with the title but I forgot to change it. Thanks for reminding me! And if course thanks for your nice comment.

e. xxx

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Lisa C Bassignani

Tue 9th Jul 2019 21:59

Perhaps its not a car crash at all...

Devon Brock

Tue 9th Jul 2019 21:46

Oh yes Eiren. While I don't quite understand the title, the metaphor of the wreck, the digging yourself out, and climbing back into the "car", as if had really changed is fantastic.

D

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Lisa C Bassignani

Tue 9th Jul 2019 19:51

A frightening experience for sure as I have been there. Sadly I know of many who did not climb back up the embankment.

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