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“In presence of the Moon nobody sees stars.”
― Amit Kalantri
I’m midway through my work week and that’s a positive thing! I can’t seem to get used to this summer schedule and the long days. Don’t get it twisted; I blessed to have the job and home to come to, each day. It’s a funk, I seem to be swimming in lately and I keep reaching for some good music to cure what’s ailing me or at least speak to it.
If you noticed, I
am, also, not someone that is into just one genre of music. So today I am
picking KID ROCK with his amazing soulful sound from a song called Picture featuring Sheryl Crow.
When I listen to this song, I think of the imagery in my poem Driving Alone which was posted
on 04/19/2013 and being right on point.
White ash in vertical procession quails to hold
The somber hush trapped along this old country road
In a distance chirps suddenly unfolds:
It’s a large one-eyed crusty green toad
Steady’s, the constant purr
To a well-tuned 8-cylinder
Rubber rolling over asphalt
Crashes stillness; a delay in fault
Judgment unyielding sealed
Wrong in its sight yet concealed
He is focused on a solitary beam
And drives in drudgery or in-between dreams
Time halts. He takes in the deepest draw
On a filter-less, as the radio plays songs in melancholy crawl
Images flicker in nuisance as unwelcome pests
A solitude his married, welcomed and knows best
Inside a darkened corner in some desolate country bar
Along a deserted road that’s going nowhere yet not far
He’s midpoint; lost at sea and can’t seem to find a shore
Adrift in the ebbs of his mind; misplacing time nonetheless craving more…
Diana Mary Sharpton © Copyright 2013
Driving alone
Driving alone, thin
haze creeps to encloseWhite ash in vertical procession quails to hold
The somber hush trapped along this old country road
In a distance chirps suddenly unfolds:
It’s a large one-eyed crusty green toad
Steady’s, the constant purr
To a well-tuned 8-cylinder
Rubber rolling over asphalt
Crashes stillness; a delay in fault
Judgment unyielding sealed
Wrong in its sight yet concealed
He is focused on a solitary beam
And drives in drudgery or in-between dreams
Time halts. He takes in the deepest draw
On a filter-less, as the radio plays songs in melancholy crawl
Images flicker in nuisance as unwelcome pests
A solitude his married, welcomed and knows best
Inside a darkened corner in some desolate country bar
Along a deserted road that’s going nowhere yet not far
He’s midpoint; lost at sea and can’t seem to find a shore
Adrift in the ebbs of his mind; misplacing time nonetheless craving more…
Diana Mary Sharpton © Copyright 2013
If you get a chance to listen to this music video and read the poem, please do. Peace Diana
References:
1. Video: Picture. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rKFx0MMqb48
2. Photograph: Kid Rock.http://www.wirthentertainment.com/kid_rock.htm
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