In and out of traffic roam
Vehicles so far from home...
Yellow blinkers flashing bright,
On...and...Off...brief....pierce the night...
Midst the bright red sea of lights,
In the blackness of the night;
Like so many lightning bugs
After which we children run....
Once seen here and then they're gone....
Then again on down the lawn....
So these speedy drivers seem,
Weaving through the traffic scene.
30/31MAR02
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 26th, 2011 00:47
- Comment from author about the poem: We were driving home on the freeway sometime around 9PM and as I was sleepily watching the traffic out my window, I marvelled at the daring drivers weaving through the sea of red taillights. Their little yellow blinkers signalling their intentions reminded me of the summer gloaming chase of lightning bugs. Hence this.
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Comments3
Very nice poem. I loved the fireflies comparison.
Thank you....and if I may, a question...I first showed this poem to one of my cousins, asking her whether she was familiar with the scene...but she wasn't...do you recognize the freeway scene...or is it only unique to me, a rider?
Depending on where one lives they may or may not be accustomed to the scene. I've seen this scene way too many times to not be able to relate to it.
Thanks alot! I was beginning to wonder if it was odd, even though it seemed it should be familiar.
First class poem, absolutely first class.
Wow. Thanks alot!!!
A very nice poem. Good rhythm and I nice choice of words.
You've sketched a scene I've encountered many times, yet I never thought of it this way. Great work.
-Zojinjo
Thanks very much! I appreciate that....after my cousin's response it's nice to hear it's not such an unknown scene if 'tis a novel perspective.
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