Highways~

I beached my soul

on a dark highway

caught in the blacklights of a doe's eyes

pupils to back roads

hooves skittering across stones

animal lines blurred

between the break pedal

and the windshield

spider webbing in crystal

my necklace made of blood beads

and blue veins

on a dark highway

where I beached my soul

for a doe

who was living life

while I had wasted most of mine

worrying about

stupid things

 

 

Hoof prints in blood

a black bear with nose to air

nostrils flaring

they don't go by tragedies

they go by scent;

too bad we human things forgot all about the simplicity

of just living

 

 

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Reviews

[Celeste21]

Because of habitat degradation many animals who were living have had to suffer from decreased biodiversity. This poem works on two levels for me. In one, it discusses how we as humans have urbanized so many things that many animals are losing their natural habitat. On another level, it focuses on the trivial humans get caught up in. All this is juxtaposed by disquieting images that resound in your mind. You make everything clear with expert precision.

[Lachenille Papillion]

Indeed...

[Jeff Loquist]

this covers so much distance and seems to jump across intersecting roadways,it hurt me a little (but maybe there is more to that)...but i felt it

[Matthew Smith]

This was great, Selene. I believe this is the first rhyming poem I've read from you--it didn't disappoint. I love the message, it's pure and, sadly, true.

[Brad]

"there's a killer on the road..."

[Seshat Nidaba]

"they don't go by tragedies, they go by scent" - really nice line. I like the moral tone as well.

[roy mccarthy]

awesome write!

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

So often we do forget about the simple things in life. We get so caught up in general BS that we forget to just breathe and live. An excellent piece.

[Emily]

Powerful.

[Bard Constantine]

Intelligence is a heavy burden. We humans tend to make more of it than we need to. Instinct is far more valuable in so many situations. Lovely poem in a dark, bloody type of way. Is that strange? Ah, but then so am I...

[Kerry O'Connor]

This is too painful in the extreme to read in my present shaky mood. My glass shield may very well shatter.