Driving down the highway Double yellow tracks, neither ends The deserted landfill's flatness Makes vegetation no mends Faraway the mountain madness Reaches hands to sadness Loneliness takes over my thoughts Lost behind were all friends No dreams to conquer lots No love to hug nightspots Driving down the highway Scenery of gray-bluish sky The air flows evenly Its aroma of an air-dry Memories come peacefully An atmosphere so wheezily Deep inside, my heart beats Yet it has no musical frequency Life reveals its cheats Those that stab you bleats Driving down the highway Speeding at times non-stop To relentless brain fogs No fragrance to smell crop In this outpouring travelogs Stretching at times your backlogs To accommodate your seat Can't heal the pain of the monologues Triggers profound deceit To an outpouring tear defeat Driving down the highway
Hey this is a bit different than your usual style SM. Could sing to that..
salamunaDeventer, Overijssel NetherlandsJan 18
Hi SM. Glad you are back. Lovely poem.I can feel your feelings while Driving down the highway. ocean is right there sounds a music also.wish you a happy 2024! Lily
Thanks, Ocean and Salamuna for your comments. Needed a short break. I love poetry, to be far away from it too long. Ocean, trying more with rhyming, makes words more musical. I have written sonnets before, but not as much as free verse. FV comes out naturally as the thoughts and inspirations come out. Same as Haiku, but counting the syllables. I am experimenting with short story writing, since I have a granddaughter who loves them. It is challenging because settings, characters, motivating the reader, and keeping up with the momentum requires creativity and imagination. My writing is not for $, only to share and perhaps change someone's steps in life. Salamuna hope you had a blessed New Year's as well as Ocean. I had a good one and wish to see brighter tomorrows. SM
Great poem SM, you took us on the journey with you, I found it to be quite emotive too
“Faraway the mountain madness Reaches hands to sadness Loneliness takes over my thoughts Lost behind were all friends No dreams to conquer lots No love to hug nightspots”
Carlamee thanks for your comment, but this poem is not about Capitalism. SM
lovecanberealSydney, New South Wales AustraliaJan 31
Hi, SM, sometimes when we drive alone, for long distances, the car travels in the desired direction, whilst the mind is off on a road trip of its own! Anyway, that was different, I enjoyed the read.
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Salamuna hope you had a blessed New Year's as well as Ocean. I had a good one and wish to see brighter tomorrows. SM
You also gave us a sneak peek inside your thoughts while on the highway.
Nicely written.
Mick.
I found it to be quite emotive too
“Faraway the mountain madness
Reaches hands to sadness
Loneliness takes over my thoughts
Lost behind were all friends
No dreams to conquer lots
No love to hug nightspots”
Belated happy new year to you and yours
"driving down the highway" the loneliness, the lack of vegetation, the lost of scenery, and memories of yesteryears are results of "CAPITALIZISM."