by Natasha Anne Rose Bowman
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Trees whiz by,
Quicker and quicker,
The delicate formation of each branch
Lost to this
Beside the highway.
Your pale fingers are wound,
With a danger that somehow satisfies my childlike mind,
I am impatient,
This trip is taking too long.
For although you have promised
Trips to fast-food joints,
And bathroom breaks,
All I’ve seen for hours
Are quickly-passing trees
And a bright yellow sign that read
Should we have turned in?
Why do we just drive on like this
With no purpose,
I crank the music up;
You turn it down again,
With a seething glance in my direction
That tells me all I need to know.
I place my mismatched–stockinged feet
On the dashboard
Knocking down your precious bobble-head hula-girl
Accidentally tossing her to the floor.
You don’t pick her up
But your fingers clench tighter,
Your eyes narrow
And this automobile of ours
Speeds up more.
I bet your socks always match.
I’ll bet you have no dirty,
Like the ones that so often settle themselves
In my mind.
You probably never forget to wash behind your ears,
Like our mother used to do for us
So many years ago
In the warm tub water.
I want to remind you
That this vehicle is both of ours.
Do you remember
That I am old enough,
I’m sick of riding shotgun.
I want a turn at the wheel.
I want to spin this car around,
And drive right down
Never to return
To this wretched highway.
I want to make my own tire-tracks
On this world,
To discover the wonders
Without your hula-girl grinning maniacally back at me.
Slide over here, wont you?
Its time for you to live this life
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|I love your poetry because it expresses so much, Natasha. Love and peace and best wishes,
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|Yep, there comes that day when somebody has to say move over, chum,
I'm in control, and, Natasha, it's a tale that only you could tell, and you've told it in overdrive. I like. -gene.
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|This piece is just wonderful and you have so much intertwined within. Very talented....
|Reviewed by RaeLynn Teller
|I love this. So much here. Boredom, speed, sibling rivalry, and the want for coming of age. Very well done.
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Kewl write with honest emotions poking through as this road trip wears down the niceties of the passenger.
|Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya
|Poetry at its very best...cheers...love n luck...BHUWAN!!!|
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|well written and visually very clear-this is sure to evoke memories and emotions in many|
|Reviewed by Axilea MU
|This is a "road poem"; it has the speed and flow of thoughts and mental images that evoke a road movie.
Your character is well defined, very present. Incisive words too.
A good piece of writing.
|Reviewed by Rose Rideout
|Wow Natasha, where do you hide your words dear little one, you continue to entertain us with your mind, this is great. Keep it up. Thank you for sharing.
Love you honey, Rose XOXO