Inspiration, Musings, Poetry, Writing

This is why I don’t write poetry

No, no, no!
No, no, no!
On the rare occasions I needed to keep the car this summer, I found myself driving down the main north/south street of my town not long after dawn. The traffic is still light at that time of morning, so it’s a perfect time for musing.

As I drove, I noticed the elongated shadows the buildings cast across the street. At each break between, streaks of golden sunlight striped the pavement. Light penetrating the darkness.

I caught every green light. No stopping, no turning, just driving on and on and on. Through the shadows. Through the light. Never slowing, never wavering. Like a mundane life. A safe life.

But it need not be, I thought. The sunlight was like a blade, slashing through. Flashes of inspiration. An opportunity to escape the banality.

At that point, I had the great idea to capture my thoughts in a poem. Below is the result. And now, you know why I don’t write poetry.

Early morning,
driving south on Blackstone as
sunlight strobes,
between buildings whose
stripe the pavement,
freeing me
from this monotony of
wheels turning,
I detour.

21 thoughts on “This is why I don’t write poetry”

        1. I won’t say never because I said that about Twitter. 🙂 But I think I’ll leave the poetry to you and Pamela and Joseph Harker and all the other true poets I’ve met online.


  1. I don’t write poetry either, Linda. I don’t read it as much as I should. That said, can I just say that the paragraphs that introduced your poem were poetic and powerful and very, very cool? Who needs to write poetry when you can write prose as poetic as that!


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