Did you remember to spring your non digital device clocks ahead? I set my calendar ahead two days. So no we have Friday By Request on Sunday!
As regulars at my Cyber Coffee Shop read on my last post, I’ve had some social and mojo issues as of late. 13 jigsaw puzzles in March so far, what I do to unstress, and a bit of creative bug is back… We’ll see how I did!
Today’s request is from my Facebook page, from Chickie, one of the great wedding gifts my husband gave me. She asked for a poem about eyes, mentioning my own, with a sweet compliment. I had written a poem called Eyes in 2003 and read the poem with a music background myself, in my overnight radio voice. I asked if she’d like me to include the somewhat shocking to some who know me poem and audio after the 2019 poem about eyes. She said, “yeah, please.”
So here are my very different 2019 and 2003 efforts featuring eyes.
Eyes On The Road - Be Brave
2019
Eyes on the road
Ears on the radio
The snow is cold and unforgiving
I should have never left
It started falling too soon
Sticking to the road less than an hour after I left
It’s like the storm is grabbing the car, pulling me back
Eyes on the road
Ears on the radio
The forecast says the snow slows down a half-hour ahead
I’m leaving for the promise of better
When I get there things will be good
It's 4am. 45 minutes ago is was supposed to be better a half hour ahead
They’re still making that same promise
Eyes on the road
Ears on the radio
Maybe I should turn around and give up
The freeway has snow, ice, semis and one little red sports car
I spent too much time with my eyes in he rearview mirror
The little sports car spins and is now facing the trucks
They give me room and I turn to face forward
Eyes on the road
Don’t look back
They keep saying it’s better ahead, but when?
I spin again and again the semis give me space to get back on track
I haven’t hit anything, is that a good sign?
I don’t think I believe the forecasters anymore
Need to make a call, it’s taking too long
Eyes on the road
Be strong, be patient
After a cup of coffee I’m back on the road
As daylight is breaking I can see how much it snowed
I’m tired, still scared, but the snow has finally slowed to gentle flakes
The road is still slick but I can see sunlight ahead
A truck passes and today the little red sports car enjoys the briny shower
Eyes on the road
It’s getting brighter
As I reach the interchange it's bright and the roads have turned to slush
It's still not fun to drive in but better than a few hours ago
Later than expected, but I reach my destination
The first stop of my long journey but things are better
I’m relieved. I’m safe. I’m glad I didn’t turn back
Eyes on the road
No matter how long it takes
Eyes
2003
Eyes peer into the darkness,
looking for a friend.
A lonely heart cries from emptiness,
will my search ever end?
Lips thirst for another's to quench them,
eyes sparkling bright.
A body hungers for passion inside it,
fireworks explode in the night.
A soul warmed by the company beside it,
things are just as they seem.
Fantasies fulfilled fade to quieting moments,
eyes drift off to dream.
As regulars at my Cyber Coffee Shop read on my last post, I’ve had some social and mojo issues as of late. 13 jigsaw puzzles in March so far, what I do to unstress, and a bit of creative bug is back… We’ll see how I did!
Today’s request is from my Facebook page, from Chickie, one of the great wedding gifts my husband gave me. She asked for a poem about eyes, mentioning my own, with a sweet compliment. I had written a poem called Eyes in 2003 and read the poem with a music background myself, in my overnight radio voice. I asked if she’d like me to include the somewhat shocking to some who know me poem and audio after the 2019 poem about eyes. She said, “yeah, please.”
So here are my very different 2019 and 2003 efforts featuring eyes.
Eyes On The Road - Be Brave
2019
Eyes on the road
Ears on the radio
The snow is cold and unforgiving
I should have never left
It started falling too soon
Sticking to the road less than an hour after I left
It’s like the storm is grabbing the car, pulling me back
Eyes on the road
Ears on the radio
The forecast says the snow slows down a half-hour ahead
I’m leaving for the promise of better
When I get there things will be good
It's 4am. 45 minutes ago is was supposed to be better a half hour ahead
They’re still making that same promise
Eyes on the road
Ears on the radio
Maybe I should turn around and give up
The freeway has snow, ice, semis and one little red sports car
I spent too much time with my eyes in he rearview mirror
The little sports car spins and is now facing the trucks
They give me room and I turn to face forward
Eyes on the road
Don’t look back
They keep saying it’s better ahead, but when?
I spin again and again the semis give me space to get back on track
I haven’t hit anything, is that a good sign?
I don’t think I believe the forecasters anymore
Need to make a call, it’s taking too long
Eyes on the road
Be strong, be patient
After a cup of coffee I’m back on the road
As daylight is breaking I can see how much it snowed
I’m tired, still scared, but the snow has finally slowed to gentle flakes
The road is still slick but I can see sunlight ahead
A truck passes and today the little red sports car enjoys the briny shower
Eyes on the road
It’s getting brighter
As I reach the interchange it's bright and the roads have turned to slush
It's still not fun to drive in but better than a few hours ago
Later than expected, but I reach my destination
The first stop of my long journey but things are better
I’m relieved. I’m safe. I’m glad I didn’t turn back
Eyes on the road
No matter how long it takes
Eyes
2003
Eyes peer into the darkness,
looking for a friend.
A lonely heart cries from emptiness,
will my search ever end?
Lips thirst for another's to quench them,
eyes sparkling bright.
A body hungers for passion inside it,
fireworks explode in the night.
A soul warmed by the company beside it,
things are just as they seem.
Fantasies fulfilled fade to quieting moments,
eyes drift off to dream.
2 comments:
Thank you! Such beauty and wistfulness .... Despite the direct allegory/metaphor in this year's poem, it still evokes sharply and literally one of the toughest drives I've ever taken. Was returning to Mass. from a visit to my almost-fiance in Rochester NY, and the pavement was dry until I got close to Albany. The Thruway got frosted and powdered, but the Pike in the Berkshires quickly became an ordeal of white fury swirling at the windshield. I had a passenger I didn't know well, who declined to help with driving -- now well into evening dark -- saying she didn't have boots on and couldn't. I didn't challenge the excuse. It was a long, long 15-20 MPH crawl -- Lee, Pittsfield, Springfield, Ludlow, Worcester. Eventually I saw the Orange Plow Behemoth Caravan and pulled up behind one, creeping along in its tracks. I saw no other cars. My Mustang had studded tires and I thought "if I can just get to Granny's" in Wellesley... Finally, the 'Stang clawed its way up over a 7-foot plow-mountain ridge and down into the toll plaza. The tollguy marveled that I'd made it but he still charged me the toll. I dropped my passenger at the Speen Street Greyhound station (we never met again) and struggled into Wellesley. I pulled into her un-plowed driveway (the next morning the car wouldn't start, having shorted out), and gratefully I found my way (at 2 am) to her guestroom. I've rarely felt so much "home," after the miles and miles in the hurling, relentless dark storm. Your poem brought that back, including the metaphor of exhausted faith in just keeping going. Much love, dear eyes! Chickie
My goodness, Nani girl, you are quite the poet! I enjoyed your poetry today. I couldn't get the video to play, but at least I got to read the poems.
I think of you every day I look at a palm tree, or when a playful squirrel stops nearby so that I can take a photo of it. I'm hoping that today finds you feeling well. Spring is almost here. I, for one, am ready for it. I'm not sure what we're up to today, but at least the weather is super here in Florida. Even the cool days are nice. You have a wonderful day my friend, hugs, Edna B.
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