Tuesday, September 06, 2011

hitching a ride in rusted trails
















abandoned to erode
that wheel has tales to tell
I don't care to know
I think of all that I lost in snow
hazed snow of the mind
layered by layered
light is my focal point
stirring from dawn to dusk
resting in the darkness
to rejuvenate the heart
when I pick a rusted nail
I sandpaper it
observe the rust fall to ground
I still don't care.

"Can I hitch a ride from you to go to the next town?"

38 comments:

vivinfrance said...

very philosophical!

mareymercy said...

hazed snow of the mind


Great line!

Linda Jacobs said...

This says so much! I like the rust falling from the nail.

PS My word verification is "emotrap." That seems to sum up the speaker's feelings very well!

irene said...

Wonderful tone I thought.

Reflections said...

Love the philosophical nature to this piece. Rusted days flaking away, then left for newer things.

C.M. Jackson said...

loved the play between the mind and the physical condition of the truck..thanks for stopping by ...

cm jackson http://states-of-mine.blogspot.com//

christopher said...

Your poem had me thinking this way.

Junked

The wheel told her tale
in the tracks of rust streaking
down to the gravel
rising up her breadth
of cast iron hub still strong
though sinking each year
further into past
transgressions and omissions
while we just moved on.

springcycle said...

beautiful rhythmic quality to this poem and I liked its message.

Daydreamertoo said...

Love the last almost 'throw away' line!
Great prose.

Jim Swindle said...

It's interesting to think of what we don't care to know.

Laurie Kolp said...

Interesting and reflective take on the prompt.

andy sewina said...

Lovely stuff!

<3

Cad said...

that wheel has tales to tell

And Magpie has brought them all to the surface! :)

Sheilagh Lee said...

very true.

jaerose said...

Beautiful..I love the idea that rust can be worked on to show the light..to clear the snows in your mind perhaps..Jae

flaubert said...

Always love your verse, Gautami.

Pamela

turtlememoir said...

A hint of the bittersweet, a pinch of acknowledgment, a good dose of acceptance - just how I like my poems. :) I especially loved:

I think of all that I lost in snow
hazed snow of the mind
layered by layered
light is my focal point

Mama Zen said...

Lovely.

Helen said...

... sandpapering a rusted nail. What an image. I enjoyed your Magpie.

Lena said...

That was soulful and reflective. Lucky nail - to back as new!

Irish Gumbo said...

Sanding the nail is the perfect touch. Vivid image for me!

Ann Grenier said...

I like "hazed snow of the mind---stirring from dawn to dusk" It sounds familiar; the mind seldom at rest.

Bethe77 said...

Very thought provoking!
Blessings

oldegg said...

Rust is such an evocative word, perhaps in this case it is the memories of the past as they are discarded and a new life embraced. It is great to read it over and over again.

Erratic Thoughts said...

Very deep,I liked what you did with the prompt...
I have had a moment or two when I simply stopped caring,but with a new day I was rejuvenated osagain :)

Nicholas V. said...

Beautifully written in a reflective frame of mind. thank you for your comment on my blog.

Ramesh Sood said...

Indeed very reflective...good be be back here after days..

zouxzoux said...

Nice.

barbara said...

I get the "don't care to know". Too hard to climb back up. The sandpaper/nail is a fine touch.

Tess Kincaid said...

If only this wheel could talk...

kaykuala said...

There are endless possibilities of tales to endure if it could talk. You have brought these out brilliantly.

Hank

Bone said...

I think of all that I lost in snow

Such a brilliant line.

(My word verification is "hikes." Seriously!)

Cathy said...

A brilliant poem

charleslmashburn said...

Love this. Very thought provoking.
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/09/09/he-was-a-ford-man-2/

neil reid said...

To borrow your phrase, there are layers on layers of thought, of image, of subtle relationship within this poem. Each has its own reality, its own truth. They rub, cross over each other, yet still stand alone - their own statement of the reality perceived.

I like this poem, rusted nails and all. Thanks!

neil

Morning said...

poetic lines.

masterful tale.

Madeleine Begun Kane said...

Really good and powerful.

Madeleine Begun Kane said...

Really good and powerful poem. Thanks for a fine read!