Beyond dead end

Beyond dead end

A Poem by moog-drika

Driving through the outskirt of creed,

granted me a voluble license.

With drunkard headlights,

my pavement seemed to stumble.

 

Beneath the green signal, avenue sees-

a refined riot breaking out,

a riot of birthday suit.

 

Pushing me to the amber signal,

is nothing but a cordial conspiracy.

 

Wide eyed traffic rules didn’t speak.

The horns didn’t speak either.

 

All the blinks of renaissance were confident.

While the engines corrupted themselves.

 

Being a stone deaf,

I still was hearing the laugh of it,

The laugh of signal turning into red.

© 2019 moog-drika


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Your writing is very much "on the edge" with originality & a startling quality of unexpectedness. Your message makes a reader think . . . two or three times. I love an extended metaphor & your "stoplight" metaphor is done with a mysterious flare . . . red/green/amber . . . nice symbols for the various ways we might move ahead in life or love (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

moog-drika

5 Years Ago

This is such a pleasure to have your interpretative thoughts on the writeup through this review. It .. read more



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I can't imagine the horror of the this and hope you're okay? Thank you for sharing with us here.

Posted 5 Years Ago


moog-drika

5 Years Ago

I should thank you for the review. I guess I got somehow used to this horrific imagery, so it got no.. read more
Well-written.
I agree. The journey, for me at least, usually begins just beyond the rubicon.
I love how this piece puzzled me on the first read, but by the second, seemed to become much clearer.
It's still early here. Thank you for waking my brain in such a way today.

Posted 5 Years Ago


moog-drika

5 Years Ago

This is normal. Because when I re-read my pieces, they end up confusing me on the first read. My min.. read more
Red lights. Most people stop at red lights, but not everyone. I certainly know where my boundaries are. Well written moog-drika.

Chris

Posted 5 Years Ago


moog-drika

5 Years Ago

I think the main journey starts after red lights because life is a combination of these signal color.. read more
Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

You are welcome :)

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Added on December 29, 2018
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Hey this is Mugdha, a thought poker, a life giver of words. I'm mostly into dark poetry and have a great appetite for reviving inanimate souls. I think they love me for this gesture but that's my pa.. more..

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