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| America by Car by Lee Friedlander |
Herrmetically sealed soccer moms
reading the latest Danielle Steele
Chauffeurs in Crocs
clogging school bus lanes
dropping off
picking up charges
Taxi drivers
(You talkin' to me?)
(No one's talking to you, Mom!)
ferrying their freight
dance class
karate
mall
another mom's car
wherever, just
~ Drive ~
We used to have drive
before
we became the drivers
to others
Driven
by the needs of others
driven
to distraction
by interruptions from others
driven
crazy
by believing others
who told us
we could have it all
submitted for Magpie Tales 88
21 comments:
I'm glad I don't drive.
a terrorific post, living out of town I feel the drivers angst daily
I especially like the way you play with the word drive in the second half, and how it leads to the disillusionment that comes with adulthood. But really, is Danielle Steele still writing those doorstops of hers? And wouldn't the soccer mom be listening to the audiobook? :-)
My Magpie Tales this week is In Vince’s Car.
haha....yes, it does take its toll being at the beck and whim of the kids...
Driven...to a location or crazy or both...love this :)
Haha nice! Cool blog :)
oh yeah, just driven completely crazy...
very good!
"We used to have drive before we became the drivers."
Beautifully written, good point.
I really liked this; my chauffeuring days, when the car was full of children and mud and crumbs...I remember them well.
(Nowadays the car ferries grandchildren and mud and crumbs, so I suppose nothing much has changed.)
I like this response to the pic. Your words in parenthesis certainly rang true. The switch after the bridge was very well conceived, I thought.
And checking their Twitter accounts while driving down the road.
Trust me, it gets better after retirement!
great word play, a different puente, perhaps this IS the bridge to nowhere, or maybe "loosing my marbles" land. you have great fun with this and at the same time extract a lot of meaning from the play.
I like the switch between active "drive" and passive "driven". How life often turns the drivers into the driven! Great poem and an original take on this photo.
Ouch...it makes me feel for my friends who are at that Soccer Mom stage of life.
I love the first poem. I think it would be more powerful on its own.
LOL. One of the best days was when spawn got her license.
Wonderful take.
oh i am glad that stage of my life is over
Being at their beck and call- I like the way you put it together! thanks.
Thank goodness I never drove...my kids knew what legs were for...
My neck of the woods is filled with these soccer moms...
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