Suddenly Always Happens On Familiar Roads

Yesterday,

on the bleary-eyed drive

on the too familiar road to work,

in the hypnosis of the

morning market report,

the Dow down half a point

in early trading, looking at the red

scabs of dawn irritated, teased

at the dry ragged edge by the clipped

nail of the sun, when suddenly, because suddenly

always happens on too familiar roads,

two skunk kits, wrestling, wrestling,

because mom didn't teach them,

at least not yet, not to play

on the street. Or perhaps,

they snuck off while she slept

off last night's stink. I don't know.

What I do know is I went all fishtail

screeching stop on a too familiar road.

I waited a time, watched for a time,

such exuberant gamesmanship,

this white-striped black

thrashing mobius band of youth.

Pulling into the left lane slow,

no traffic coming,

I got onto my shift giddy

at a sight that was mine alone,

not knowing that today,

attentive on a too familiar road,

I would swerve to avoid some

white-striped black smudges.

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Lisa C Bassignani

Fri 12th Jul 2019 22:25

Hmmm..sound like more rod tales coming!

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Devon Brock

Fri 12th Jul 2019 22:19

I know, Lisa, the unmitigated gall of those lowly "beasts" forcing us to stop and see some wondrous things. I couple years back, a coyote just stood in the road staring at me (or probably the car), daring me (it) to inch forward until it just wandered off into the corn. Never forget it. And then there was the mountain lion, but that's another tale for another day.

D

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Lisa C Bassignani

Fri 12th Jul 2019 21:08

When I was a child we had to stop one time for a whole family to walk across the street. The vision will vision will always be in my memory.

Lately, on my morning drive, I have to zig-zag around a gaggle of Canada Geese. The whole family like to sleep in the road in the in the early morning sunlight, sometimes causing traffic to stop.

And yes, it is a fab title.
And, yes, that is how Suddenly Always Happens on Familiar Roads.

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Devon Brock

Fri 12th Jul 2019 21:06

Thanks Jason, Leon and Rose. Road poems are fun to play with. I live in a relatively sparsely populated area and have a long commute, so there is much to see.

Thanks for the likes also.

D.

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Jason Bayliss

Fri 12th Jul 2019 15:51

It would be hard to add any great insight to this for me, I've said it before Devon you have a beautiful talent for mentally, "Snapshotting" a moment in your mind and then describing it so uniquely that it allows us all to journey back there with and relive it. It is a rare talent and one I'm pleased you're sharing with us.

J. x

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LEON STOLGARD

Fri 12th Jul 2019 15:32

Firstly congrats on POTW! so very much deserved. It's more than worth coming on here if only to read your poems, Devon.

Great source of inspiration sir!

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Rose Casserley

Fri 12th Jul 2019 13:44

Dev, you really excel at these, roadie type poems. Glad you didn't leave any small mounds of blood and fur in your wake 😉


Fab title!



Rose 💋

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