the trees along the highway
are sun-soaked
and golden;
red flames lick
against furrowed clouds.
we dive
into the
skyline and
hold our breath as
we pry each other for
openings,
bids,
moments of connection.
Somehow
we get it wrong.
There seems to be a universe
wedged between our front seats,
some plane we keep slipping off,
then scrambling back on to.
A place where
the nights turn into mornings
turn into days:
the ones racing
under us along
cracked asphalt;
those days,
sun-soaked
and golden,
all red-flamed foliage
and slowly sweetening skies.
The sun,
a sailor’s warning.
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WOW This is stunning metaphor work, sleepy. I cannot praise it enough. Am I subscribed yet? I will be after I hit "comment." Dammmnnnn. "hold our breath as we pry each other for openings bids, moments of connection. Somehow we get it wrong." This is the most heartbreaking feeling; I know exactly what you mean. I must say, the title of this piece is sublime, and it ties so perfectly into this feeling. THIS is my favorite: "the trees along the highway are sun-soaked and golden; red flames lick against furrowed clouds." paired with this: "those days, sun-soaked and golden, all red-flamed foliage and slowly sweetening skies. The sun, a sailor’s warning." So much is said in those last two lines. SO MUCH. I adore this. Have I said?
This is such a gorgeous poem and also a beautiful photo that perfectly matches it!
So much depth to this poem with so many different meanings whether about love, loss, or something else. I absolutely love it ♥️
I can see why Paul picked it, it’s a lovely poem.
Add my vote to the list on this incredible poem! This is at a level I can only wish to attain, Em! Beautiful!
I'm with Sonia, this was an excellent choice of Paul's (like he could go wrong with your writing, Em). So poignant, sad & relatable.
I'm so glad Paul Stewart highlighted this poem (https://vocal.media/journal/vocal-deep-cuts-4). The interplay of the worlds outside, within, and between -- the contrast between driving and inability to move forward -- the subtle shift in tone from first line to last -- are all so skillfully and artfully executed. Your writing always takes me with you.
Oh, missed this one! This is stunning, Em, as always. You have such a way with words! I loved the surrealism of it but that pit of sadness too. Well done!
I really loved the concept of trying to make a connection yet realizing there is a universe between you, all while enwrapped in the beauty of nature. Lovely, highly emotional poem; well done!
I do like the form almost like s stiletto taking us with you on your journey
Oh wow this was beautiful ❤️ nature blended with modern perspective I love it!! :)
Beautiful!!! Love the Fall colors!!!
There were just so much emotions in your poem! Loved it!
This is incredible. Very well done.
Beautiful work!