Rush Hour Traffic

Bodies pressed closely yet none is aroused
Curses gain freedom, as though once chained to the tongue
Melodies of un harmonious sounds fill the air
For order has been temporarily laid to rest

Time becomes the elusive enemy
Music is addressed as a companion
Thoughts don the cloak of distraction
As the eyes rove like an all knowing seer

Not all shall make it to the finish line
Some cars  will be carried on a stretcher
Others will say its last prayer
This race is only for the hardened

Reviews

[Beccy]

On first read this is indeed a poem, (and a good one at that,) about the curse of rush hour traffic.

It is difficult sometimes to get fully into the mind of the writer, but on second and subsequent reading, this can easily be read as a poem about relationships. The first verse speaks loudly to me of a pointless physical joining, where love is absent, The second stanza of simply going through the motions, and the last of course, tells of how many such relationships, that without proper foundation, simply wither away.

Perhaps I'm reading too much into the lines, but overall, I thought this a fine poem and very much enjoyed the interpretation I gave to it.

Beccy.