Drives.

Bright tones,
my little lady hums in the car.

Cell phones,
that curb your appetite to know
every little thing.

Back seats,
nobody needs to know
when you're alone you sing.

There's more friends
surrounding you and I
and I will try.

Headlights
are lighting up the dark.

Hell holes,
swallowed you and I
and I'll drive
as far as I know.
Every little curve
swallows our eyes.

Don't call your mom
and talk to me
I can't see your face right now.
Turn down the radio.

Reviews

[Mary C]

Thought-provoking and excellent.

[Susan Beth Horvath]

powerful language. I was spellbound from beginning to end.

[Me]

So richly descriptive! I was fascinated by your language, and your exceptional imagery.

[trainwreck]

The title says it all. Each section and stanza brought me back to specific drives I've been on. Great job.

[Pratik]

Quiet an unique write.. The way i interpret this: Life is like a car and its driving force drags us along, meandering its way through the difficulties... I lied this! The way you ascribe life to life itself makes this an enjoyable piece

[afra]

lovely write ....i love the ending

[Allycat]

This is wonderful, it's a unique format and writing style, I really love this! thank you so much for sharing :)

[Kelsey]

"Hell holes,
swallowed you and I
and I'll drive
as far as I know.
Every little curve
swallows our eyes."

Absolutely lovely. I always adore your writing, it takes me to such an interesting place. Wonderful job, I really enjoyed reading this.

[eglantine]

agreed, that bit was my favorite too

[Mia]

This is lovely. I love love love the last stanza…
“Don't call your mom
and talk to me
I can't see your face right now.
Turn down the radio.”
One question why did you use tones in the first sentence? I would have used tunes…but I know there is always a deeper meaning for the words you use (well at least I assume so)