It’s not been so hot here in Sydney recently. In fact it’s generally somewhere between windy and cold. Nevertheless, I have cast my mind back to a summer drive home from work in peak hour traffic to bring you this response to the “get your poem on #35″ prompt at Read Write Poem.
~~~
profuse bleedings
of sun drenched eucalypt
spill into tar paved creeks
where unlucky natives
gather blow-flies
and occasional sorrowful eyes
drifting downstream
toward open waters
on petrol and diesel rafts
within splendid membranes
gathering steam
pushing a way through the seams
jostling into
perceived faster currents
seeking relief by a breeze
scrapers and glances
casting their glare
on matches that threaten to flare
slumping ashore
closing heat by the door
of conditioned electrical plumes
with one exhalation
their motions kinetic
belie a desire to be static
~~~
by Brad Frederiksen
July 15, 2008 at 11:26 pm |
You certainly get a sense of the overwhelming heat in this poem. I like the metaphor of the river of traffic.
July 16, 2008 at 10:04 am |
I enjoyed reading this in several different accents and it all works well, except for the very last line, unless I say it very fast!
July 17, 2008 at 9:58 am |
drifting downstream… it is hard to remember this is a poem abt the heat and a car gazing at all that passes by…