Trick to life, has always been
in finding a way, to transmute
our chores
in-to pleasant experiences
for all the rest, we’ve always had
milkshakes and alcohol
to look forward to.
Driving, a chore I love
yet far - till peace, is once more
in reach;
motorway’s cascade, lateral
like
humanity / tipped, horizontal
lingering, work thought’s
ambition’s hopes
did, Armando call
should text, check
act a friend, or at least
pretend
‘Hey, yeah I’ve left already
sorry, sure - sure
first thing, Tomorrow.’
I’m apologising
for not: being sorry.
Easy - making promises
to a future
that’s, full of uncertainty.
M25 typical, motorway jam
never, been sweet
but definitely sticky, a situation
at a quarter, to any Sunset hour
bumbler to bumper
ghost face, to glare
we hobble along, knowing
‘we’, are the lucky ones.
How I love, feel of smooth leather
mindlessly caressing, a Stoic wheel
into Epicurean, gaiety
tapping pedals, with subtlety
coasting speed set to smooth, lulling
from 1st gear to neutral
brake pedal, feeling neglected
my one gift in life
has always been
keeping – distance;
(till my desperation
has me diving, mindlessly
blinded
I crash in, to fate’s
shallow-end, predictably).
Winter’s scenes, snowflakes
teasing, but mere rain droplets
at arrival to windscreen’s
that: tap-tap – tap-tap – tap-tap
white noise, serenade
making me feel like I’m at one
with my placid heart,
turning on-to, side roads
one hand, easing
around familiar potholes
radio on, ignored
drowning out City life’s
Conductor-less
cacophonous, orchestra
siren’s, bus doors, loud speakers
all duelling for superiority
in their pavement level
class wars.
Window shopping, haphazardly
to stay alert
can’t help, but gaze
at such elaborate
decorations and lights, thinking
far too many people
make an easy living
by perpetuating:
unattainable dreams.
A few more brake pedal, taps
and my parking fun, can begin
will there be space
for a change
a quick check, suggests
my Timing’s
looking dicey, rolled a fifty/50
true to form, tick-tock
gonna have to squeeze-in
somewhere
Around, society’s block.
‘Hey, yeah I’m near
just minutes away, why
oh
ok
yeah, think corner shop
should have that…’
Park, walk
enter, grab
a ‘hi’ - a ‘can’t complain’
a swipe, a beep
a pay, wince
a nodding ‘thx’
and quick, exit
hurried steps, in 6th gear;
I smell ~ comfort
soon as I, jostle open door
a pause
a sipped, sweet - sigh
to accompany a smile
for, I’ve made it home
once more.
© L. B. Mek
December 2021
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Comments10
Humanity / tipped horizontally. .. windscreen world a new perspective a letterbox veiw of the world beyond the ever expanding horizons of our own expectations. Love this. ☺
what a generous comment,
'a letterbox view of the world'
is a very apt tagline, for this write
thank you!
A wind just greeted me
A letter dropped by
Pinging a notification that a poetry released by
I went through the lines
That took me on a scene
Maybe it was a usual meet
A usual hi
A simple drive
But that wasn’t the scene
Th lines got me takeaways
Promises In midst of uncertainties hooked me
Maybe that kept me stuck for so long
The scenes so vivid
As if I was seating in passenger’s seat
Watching it happening in front of my eyes
The feel so real
Amazing dear Mek
lol, I Iove your enthusiasm my friend
thank you!
for such an encouraging comment
till my desperation has me diving, mindlessly blinded I crash in, to fate’s
shallow-end, predictably.....
Fabulous line
thank you, what a supportive comment
(and yes, I think that's a more common trait
in people this days
we're told not: to settle, so we wait
till it's too late
then we dive-in, blind
because those same, people
are telling us, if we don't - act
we'll miss out, completely...)
'catch-22', only
not so much fun, when it's not
a fictional story, lol
Love this poem. That's actually happening as we drive slowly home in the traffic jam.
Ha!
'a traffic jam, poetic serendipity'
glad you enjoyed the read
thank you! kind poet
M25 typical, motorway jam
never, been sweet
but definitely sticky, a situation
at a quarter, to any Sunset hour
bumbler to bumper
ghost face, to glare
we hobble along, knowing
‘we’, are the lucky ones.
....
My favourite verse.
I really enjoyed reading this piece you have a way with words 😊
well 'ghost face to glare'
should be an image, that most
can relate to, during commutes... lol
(what an encouraging comment
to receive, especially
from a writer of your calibre,
thank you, you've made my day!)
and now you just made my day with your lovely comment. I cant wait to read more of your work
This makes me smile and cry, absolutely gorgeous, love the song too,and for the past 20 years has meant so much. I won't be driving home this year,but soon again I will... You brought so much emotion with this, Merry Christmas dearest Mek. Ps I could never miss the M25 though
ah kind friend, there's a small part of me
that's at peace, in just knowing
there's still a few people like you
in the world..
with the utmost sincerity, I thank you
for the warmth you imbue
into everything you ink,
Merry Christmas!
to you and your family, dear Poetess
Oh that road has so much to answer for .... did i say road, no parking lot.
Yes driving is a pleasure i too enjoy. Gone are the rush to keep business appointments etc, now its leisure.
wonderful, glad you enjoyed the read Dusk
and yes, driving would be much better
if it didn't come with its parking lot, drama
Driving to the shops for Christmas, I think she'll love that dress. Driving back to the shops in January, She didn't like that dress. What do women like.
'gift vouchers'
but, trick is
so you won't be blamed for being
lazy and insensitive
you've gotta do the groundwork
and find out, her 'Latest'
'All time' favourite shop..
that or Jewellery,
(there's a strict no return's policy
on 'All things, fabulously glitzy')
even if it doesn't fit, all that matters
is that it looks pretty...
(see, with modern
progressive minded people, like us
chauvinism, is well and truly
a thing to not worry about...)
I'm on it.
We have so many gifts in our lives Mek and we must appreciated them all.
Andy
so very true, each little one
accumulates
to make the whole, that gifts us
our smiles...
thanks Andy
I note I am number ten .. and that is precisely what I award you sir 10//10
just to make ya green with envy tho .. I counted two cars & a cyclist that used the little one way lane that runs past my cottage yesterday ............... I was waiting for the postman, sad innit ......... N
huh, miles apart
but experiencing an alien's existence...
but then, that's the eclectic beauty
in our beloved Blighty, innit
(thank you, Hyung
that's my very first 10/10
in life
how fitting, I receive such a gift
from someone I admire and respect
so very much!)
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