Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Mag 148 — Impasse Pass


And when you run low on words?
You stayandstayandstay
wordlessly no-moring
until finally, fueling the tank
with dangling conversations,
you driveanddriveanddrive
until tears become words
upon which you can thrive.



Written for The Mag: Mag 148 that inspired with the above photo prompt (photo by Andy Magee).

Obviously, my usage of "dangling conversations" is humbly based upon
Paul Simon's The Dangling Conversation.

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18 comments:

Fireblossom said...

This reminds me of the beat poets I learned poetry from. I love the word chains you have used here. But most of all, I love this because I know exactly what you're talking about. I think any woman would.

Fireblossom said...

PS--I got my wish, from last time! :-)

Lydia said...

Fireblossom~ Bless your heart for your friendship. Truly, I sat down to write because of your other comment. ♥

Vicki said...

sometimes you just have to drive away, nothing else to be said when you both know it's over. i like your poem...

Brian Miller said...

until the tears become words....i love your mash up words as well....felt....

izzy said...

I hate it when I cry while driving!
-I can relate to this! thanks.

Kutamun said...

A roadway of words , that one can drive upon, not strange

Berowne said...

Thankfully you will not run low on words.

Kathe W. said...

oh haven't we all been there. I know I have and you wrote this so beautifully and poignantly

Carrie Burtt said...

I have been there, but your words capture it beautifully!

Kelvin S.M. said...

" until tears become words...upon which you can thrive.." and the silence has been broken... very beautiful Lydia... a short poignant offering... smiles...

Other Mary said...

Driveanddriveanddrive...and cry - yes, been there, done that.

Rob-bear said...

When tears become words
as they sometimes do
you have gone beyond
thinking and
writing.
Your heart is open,
and it pours
your deepest thoughts
onto the
page.

Lydia said...

Vicki~ It seems that those of us who have experienced it can remember it as if it were yesterday....

Brian~ Thanks much...felt much.

izzy~ It is dangerous to drive while crying, but then it is also dangerous to not cry!

Kutamun~ No not at all :)

Berowne~ Hope not, although I have had a bit of writer's block of late...

Kathe~ Yes, been there done that and all that jazz. Many thanks for your words.

Carrie~ Thank you. Such things must be a part of our lives it seems.

Kelvin~ I appreciate your comments very much.

Other Mary~ What a sad old highway life can be!

Rob-bear~ You came out from hibernation to grace this page and I thank you. :)






hyperCRYPTICal said...

Oh well done Lydia - this is an excellent write.

It is sad how some thrive on the pain and degradation of those (they) purport to love/care for.

Anna :o]

Lydia said...

hyperCRYPTICal~ Many thanks. Your considerations on thrive add to my poem.

Tess Kincaid said...

When I think of road trips, I think of lovely conversations...

Lydia said...

Tess~ You are so upbeat...about road trips!

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