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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Friday, January 9, 2015

In a Storm

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The lightning's skeletal fingers 
pointed down at us
The thunder accused
"Sin! Sin!! SIN!!!"
We watched the storm
through the moon roof
Seats leaned all the way back
Pretending 
we were comfortable
Searching
in the darkness
Sometimes a car
isn't the safest place
in a storm.


submitted to Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Road Trip

7 comments:

hedgewitch said...

Not the safest, but then, that is sometimes most of the attraction. Perfect capture of a vehicular moment, LM, and I'm left with that old Meatloaf song earworming in my head, even if sin and skeletons do take the fun out of paradise.

Kerry O'Connor said...

We watched the storm
through the moon roof
Seats leaned all the way back...

Such an amazing moment captured here.

georgeplaceblog said...

Pretending we were comfortable.... ha, I love it.

Susie Clevenger said...

There were storms inside and outside the car. :) Great capture of a "vehicular moment" as hedgewitch so aptly stated.

Margaret said...

the best poems are about "moments" IMO - not sure if you were safer in or out of the car :)

Björn Rudberg said...

Oh a moment pretending to be comfortable.. I love that.

Herotomost said...

Haaaa!!!! Those cars were romance, lust and sex all wrapped up in one (all three coming within seconds of each other sometimes!!!) what a lovely way to watch the storm. Just sayin'. Thanks for writing for the prompt, it was awesome as always!