the hills slope around your country

meandering thoughts

the hills slope 

around your country

you drive me there 

in a straightened 

state of mind

you wont say 

who's there, 

waiting for me

It could be a gran,

an old friend, 

a dog, an old piping boss

it wouldn't be her though;

she went away 

and something tells me 

there's a chance you'll

know it daily infini-t-ernally

the radio is cheery though; 

the views from the car 

window seat 

a reassuring sky-full..

at least it's not 

falling

She isn't here or 

thereabouts or

anywhere

you know this 

but wont say it 

to yourself

even if it's 

at the end 

of your snout

stirring you crazy

spinning thoughts dry

straining you alive, 

mashing you parboiled 

a blackeyed spuddy idea -

a bad one at that!

now my fingers hurt - - 

from the grip;

I need to let go

Reviews

[Marie Harrison]

Yes for the one left behind infini-t-ernally, it's a long road. Wonderful poem.

[Lilly Negoi]

this is beautiful :) but how could i expect any less from you?:) nice to find you here too :)

[Kerry O'Connor]

Oh, this one goes straight to the heart, J-man. No matter how far you drive, the distance between hearts remains the same - for the one still in love certainly.
I love the whole feel of this piece.