Sunday, November 16, 2014

Outerbelt



Speedway soars
without pit or champion.
Glow of dashboard.
Echo of centrifugal force.

Cars never cross the finish line
bleached with tire marks.
White-knuckled steering wheels.
Endless narrow-eyed loop.

At night there is no grandstand. 
I am the only fan.  Awake.
Dizzy with silent exhaust.
Inhaled secrets.

Drivers envy the cool
underside of my pillow.
I hide under the covers.
Dream headlong.


tk/November 2014


Charming read by R.A.D. Stainforth and Amy the cat...





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15 comments:

  1. Jennifer WagnerMon Nov 17, 01:40:00 AM

    I really like that third stanza. Good stuff.

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  2. elaine Mon Nov 17, 02:03:00 AM

    I particularly like the cat accompaniment to R.A.D.'s reading! I like the thought of driving round an empty race course at night - excellent.

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  3. i b aroraMon Nov 17, 05:25:00 AM

    nice poem

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  4. kaykualaMon Nov 17, 11:20:00 AM

    It gets to be a stretch with lots of eventualities. Makes it interesting! Great lines Tess!

    Hank

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  5. 21 WitsMon Nov 17, 11:37:00 AM

    I'm right there feeling those same curves upon the roadway of life. Funny how such a simple photo of a mere highway can spark such depth from within everyone of us. Bravo Tess, on your own words, and such a thought provoking theme.

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  6. humbirdMon Nov 17, 01:41:00 PM

    Inhaled secrets....nicely illustrated by both: R.A.D.Stainforth and Amy the Cat. :)x

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  7. ekta khetanTue Nov 18, 02:45:00 AM

    Indeed a creative composition Tess!

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  8. BerowneTue Nov 18, 06:17:00 AM

    Took me back to some three am drives I've been on. White-knuckled steering wheels I too have known.

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  9. Theresa MilsteinTue Nov 18, 10:26:00 AM

    There are a few really powerful lines.

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  10. Bekkie SanchezTue Nov 18, 07:04:00 PM

    Bravo Tess I don't know how you do it! Love it!
    For the last several weeks no one has come to comment on my poems from here. I visit other's work but they don't visit mine. I don't know why this is happening but it ruins the fun of writing with Mag. I have written with Mag for years and this never happened before. This is not sour grapes I'll come back at a later date but will drop out for now. Thanks again Tess! <3

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  11. Silent Otto Wed Nov 19, 09:06:00 AM

    I like the abyss that exists between the pillow drivers and undercover creepers !

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  12. KayWed Nov 19, 11:36:00 PM

    love the dizzy with silent exhaust line..x

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  13. The Blog of BeeThu Nov 20, 05:37:00 PM

    I have done some night time `drives` in my time.

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  14. Blicky KittyFri Nov 21, 08:05:00 PM

    Just a blast from your blogosphere past. Was delightful to visit your blog after an expanse of many years....and you a Tess and my third girl is a (little) Tess. Your blog is a beautiful place of intellectual engagement and peacefulness as ever.

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  15. Liz Rice-SosneSun Nov 23, 10:05:00 AM

    Wow - this is superb. I looked at the photo and kinda twisted up my face, thinking "what can one write about this?" Each line of your poem is truly excellent. I have not written in an age. Yup an age. Now I am wondering if this will push me?

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Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.
― O. Henry (and me)

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