Sunday, February 15, 2009

One Single Impression: Spectral

what might have been
angels of death in their cars
roaming the highways

maiming here and there
dying innocent victims
dark their vehicles

speed is their killer
booze and cell phones interfere
fast their vehicles

life in the fast lane
why so fast mosey along
slow some vehicles

spectral task for you
ghastly poem isn't all writ
devils killed me too

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Tag: (see others here One Single Impression) Spectral (defined)
Gautami Tripathy of the blog Rooted brought this week's promptTag: Jim's OSI
Painting is easy when you don’t know how, but very difficult when you do. Edgar Dégas
The same may go for poetry? (whatever, I enjoy painting with the words!).

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At Sunday, February 15, 2009 2:06:00 PM, Blogger Jim said...

Thank you, Gautami --
I had conjured up angels of death driving along on the highway creating mass chaos. But I ran out of time, sorry. ;-)
Thank you for reading my appology.

At Sunday, February 15, 2009 3:53:00 PM, Blogger Maggie said... gave me smiles with your prompt this week:)

At Sunday, February 15, 2009 5:29:00 PM, Blogger anthonynorth said...

I see a spectral smile in the mirror :-)

At Sunday, February 15, 2009 6:50:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Brilliant little bit of humor that speaks interestingly of the lost muse.

At Sunday, February 15, 2009 6:50:00 PM, Blogger SandyCarlson said...

The prompt has come to life and left the room on you! Perhaps the muse will be back later!

At Sunday, February 15, 2009 10:45:00 PM, Blogger Bruce Miller said...

for years the 20 foot tall concrete escarpment at exit 24 of I-95 read in drooping self-unknowing scrawl:


At Monday, February 16, 2009 2:19:00 AM, Blogger Amias (ljm and liquidplastic) said...

I hate getting on the road these days, everybody on cell phones, putting on make up, or cursing at each other ... It's like wrestling with death ... sometimes long for the horse and buggy days.

I love my muse so much so that I have more than one ... even more than two, so if one goes on vacation, I just haul another one out and play --.

At Monday, February 16, 2009 6:15:00 AM, Blogger SandyCarlson said...

Death has her weapons of choice...the booze, the phone, the distracted mind.

At Monday, February 16, 2009 3:56:00 PM, Blogger Sherri B. said...

I loved the cleverly written last stanza...thanks for making me smile. :~)

At Monday, February 16, 2009 4:13:00 PM, Blogger Sandee said...

You are so talented Jim. Have a terrific day. Big hug. :)

At Monday, February 16, 2009 7:12:00 PM, Blogger Tumblewords: said...

Love the way you used the prompt - fine job - fine...

At Monday, February 16, 2009 8:43:00 PM, Blogger Quiet Paths said...

Well done, Jim. Truly. This is actually a pretty serious topic to me -- we lose so many young people here on the roads--mostly it's the booze.

At Tuesday, February 17, 2009 1:28:00 AM, Blogger Maggie said...

Indeed this prompt haunts the highways and byways.

It gave me the chills as I recall the deadly drunk driver who ploughed into my car sending my 11 year old daughter into eternity.

At Tuesday, February 17, 2009 9:42:00 PM, Blogger Linnea said...

Very descriptive! My teenage son is just getting his license - I'll make him read this. Thanks for leading me to your blog! Hi from California, where it's finally raining.

At Wednesday, February 18, 2009 8:30:00 AM, Blogger Patti said...

I enjoyed the images your poem "conjured up" great poem...real problems. Have a great week~

At Wednesday, February 18, 2009 9:09:00 AM, Blogger floreta said...

i like the progression of this. each verse strong on its own but fitting in one piece. i am one of those slow vehicles :D

At Thursday, August 27, 2015 5:40:00 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh, so true. It is scary out there.


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