Sugarcane Truck

Sugarcane Truck

A Poem by Seth Cason
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An oldie I came across and updated recently, originally published years ago in what is now another belly-up forgotten print mag.

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sugarcane truck

 

 

Something willed the wind to stillness,

silenced the outraged moon with a smokescreen

of sudden fog. So I was told. Nobody knows

that night after Christmas but him.

Was it east or west of the fast, slanted bridge?

On any other night it would have been a straight shot

home, between several miles of scorched fields,

through the slouching apathy of the winter oaks.

  

I’m blinking down at the sky, at the twinkling

glitter-glass that frosts my neck and knuckles,

contorted forward, open-throated.


Laughing in the splendor of lilacs, violets,

walls of wisteria, strange fragrance of purple-blue hills

of wildflowers, and the man is still screaming. The moon, forced

to listen and witness, infuses my friends with light,

lifts them up and into this meadow,

blue hoodies, fishing caps, dreamcatchers

 

                                                              

© 2021 Seth Cason


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I know something completely different had to be behind this...but some of this started reminding me of the field near the fence where the wreckage lay of Buddy Holly's plane that cold night in February of 1959...
They say the found Big Bopper a ways from the wreckage implying he had survived the initial impact
and crawled several feet....I am sure this goes in another direction...but it gave me goose bumps as
it drew me to that night...February 3rd...
the imagery rocks in this....and yes, those print mags...very rare to still have any around these days.
I have my copies and it is like looking at a print museum.
j.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

jacob erin-cilberto

2 Years Ago

I have felt like doing that before...except for the shaved head thingy....Writers market, way way wa.. read more
Seth Cason

2 Years Ago

Hey Jacob--
It's been several days but my computer finally let me the remaining 9/10ths of.. read more
jacob erin-cilberto

2 Years Ago

Seth,
Yes, I would include those. After all, defunct or not, you WERE published in them and t.. read more



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The descriptions you
use here gives such
an eerie dark feeling
yet lightly lifting
to the light
with scents of lilac
and hues of purple
of passing beyond
Into that other realm
well done..thanks for
the friend request and
welcome to WC

Posted 2 Years Ago


You have a very distinctive style of writing Seth. An accident on a night when the weather turned hostile and as a result someone died. Or at least that's what it seems to me. The contrast between the moon witnessing and hearing the screams and the beauty of the violets, wisteria and lilacs and their fragrance really hit me. The imagery is top notch. First of yours I have read. Hello and welcome to WC.

Chris

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

You are welcome. Have fun here.
Seth Cason

2 Years Ago

Hi Chris-- I just sent you a friend invite only to learn that you'd already sent one to me-- but I c.. read more
Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Of course Seth. Very happy to do so :)
You live in your own world, yet You are connecting with everything You see, witness and feel, speak and paint them with your world's brush. after a death there is a re-brith and life, and this what I first feel here, the second verse speaks in a personal way, before the re-birth You need to pause, surrender, ponder then to have the power to be born again, and here You born again through your poetry, writing and expressing again with words, so that blossoming comes in the last verse at the end of what it seems a mind journey. your opening lines something I would want to have written. wonderful piece of deep pondering and reflections my friend.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Seth Cason

2 Years Ago

Your comment feels like a much-needed transcendental hug. Thank you, lightsong.
lightsong

2 Years Ago

just knock anytime You are in-need my friend :)
I know something completely different had to be behind this...but some of this started reminding me of the field near the fence where the wreckage lay of Buddy Holly's plane that cold night in February of 1959...
They say the found Big Bopper a ways from the wreckage implying he had survived the initial impact
and crawled several feet....I am sure this goes in another direction...but it gave me goose bumps as
it drew me to that night...February 3rd...
the imagery rocks in this....and yes, those print mags...very rare to still have any around these days.
I have my copies and it is like looking at a print museum.
j.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

jacob erin-cilberto

2 Years Ago

I have felt like doing that before...except for the shaved head thingy....Writers market, way way wa.. read more
Seth Cason

2 Years Ago

Hey Jacob--
It's been several days but my computer finally let me the remaining 9/10ths of.. read more
jacob erin-cilberto

2 Years Ago

Seth,
Yes, I would include those. After all, defunct or not, you WERE published in them and t.. read more

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