Drivers

Cherry

By Jane Hyphen

Sun, 10 Feb 2019
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My world is full of drivers

Alone inside their spaceships

I watch them going by

See the furrows of their faces

Eyes anchored to the road

But the mind is free to sail

In the winds of their detachment

They reach the promised lands

Lush forests, rivers of reflection

Radio songs propel them to the

Farthest planets of their own design

 

The road narrows, back they come

Making flying enemies as they

Steer into the portal of their day

There are firebirds on the bends

You can see their shining eyes

All the deadly desperados

Who think they’ve won the prize

And the road is never open

It chokes them and it pinches

I see the toxic torment on their faces

 

Each day the same crusade in

The retreat of their vessels

Still they fade little by little

And some of them are ghosts

Staring ahead with bloodless skin

Unblinking eyes and minds with

Tattered sails that voyage no more

I see them going back and forth

Endure to reach the planets of their

Own design there’s hope but

Many will just drive and drive

To live out their lives as space debris

 

 

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Submitted by celticman on

you've got it. Driving to me is a chore. But there is different tribes and I see them on the roads too. 

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thanks for the cherries. Cars are the scurge of the age and the drivers are worse.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I'm glad you've written this piece Jane. I agree entirely with your poem which is why I gave up driving over twenty years ago...mind you cars do come in handy at times,  but only if my partner is driving. wink 

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Ha, yes it's nice to be driven. Trouble is everything is geared towards the car, all these out of town shopping centres that were the first step in killing off the high street. Public transport where I live not up to much either.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

The trouble is that the driving is destroying lush forests. The more people run away the less there is to escape to. The last verse is so  hopless, a life that started off aiming at the stars can't reach them and becomes debris which brings down those hopeful ones coming after

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

So true Di_Hard. I wonder what will replace the car in the future, maybe something worse, I hope not. I seem to live in an area full of aggresive drivers and people who measure their own worth by the value of the car of their drive. Give me the forest any day of the week.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

It seems like a metaphor of the rat-race of living with material goals that are so elusive and unfulfiling, and the independence of one's own car giving a fragile feeling of success and wealth and freedom temporarily. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thanks Rhiannon, the best thing about cars is that they transport you to nice spots in the countryside where you can walk and walk.

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thanks for picking this theme up and writing with it, Jane. So true. Cars compartmentalise people and encourage the now largely pointless vestige of murderous competition that's within us all. Bus and metro for me.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Good for you Parson, very wise. I can often see the murderous intentions on their faces and also the pitiful pride on the faces of people who drive about in the shiny, expensive metal boxes. Thanks for commenting.