Cheeky Missy

Lightning Bugs?

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 

Comments3

  • Marius

    Very nice poem. I loved the fireflies comparison.

    • Cheeky Missy

      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?

      • Marius

        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.

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      • dbremner

        First class poem, absolutely first class.

      • Zojinjo

        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

        • Cheeky Missy

          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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