Being Sucked In
microscopic
gleam sprout
from this water-vapor white-layered darkness
to the outer edge
of an aura
banding refraction together like wisdom
around a lost tribe
of light, inhaling
the night, growing larger . . . stronger
enveloping
each hovering particle
until I pass
through its nucleus
and the car passes by
as I return
to the black road
and the fine mist
being sucked in-
to the headlights
© James Eric Watkins
gleam sprout
from this water-vapor white-layered darkness
to the outer edge
of an aura
banding refraction together like wisdom
around a lost tribe
of light, inhaling
the night, growing larger . . . stronger
enveloping
each hovering particle
until I pass
through its nucleus
and the car passes by
as I return
to the black road
and the fine mist
being sucked in-
to the headlights
© James Eric Watkins
posted by Sir James Eric Watkins at 9:25 PM
5 Comments:
I meant to post this last night.
I am sorry to my friends whom I have seemingly neglected. I love you guys, I am just am sooooo busy.
"This too shall pass."
Be well all.
Hi James,
I understand busy. Me? I bored! I'm trapped at home recuperating. I'm not supposed to drive so I can't go anywhere. I can't lift anything over 10 pounds, can't pull or push anything. Bored, bored, bored! Ok, I got that out.
When reading your poem, I pictured myself out on the front porch, deep in thought, staring into the night, interrupted by car driving out of the darkness.
I would have pictured myself driving down a dark highway, deep in thought and on autopilot, interrupted by a passing car, but I CAN'T drive right now!
Hmmm, I guess I didn't get it all out.
Good to read your post. I hope your busy slows down.
Have a good one.
Stir crazy,
Becky
fog. I love fog, it's mystical, great stuff to think in.
The fact that there is a total lack of punctuation in this piece is so friggin' perfect. LOVE this.
*hug*
~E
Fog freaks me out, but only when I'm driving, or trying to see into the distance. I want to know what I'm meeting, be able to see it before it comes.
I like to be prepaired, but can we ever truly be prepaired?
Do we really want to know what lies in the distance of life, all of it?
Maybe.
I'm convinced of it now, you are a left brained man of words, but you are a right brained man who sees too. WHY JAMES, I do believe you are ambi brained! How cool is that? Pretty danged cool if you ask me.
Busy here too, and sort of losing my mind, it's okay though it always comes home eventually. xx, Lori
Hey. Pleased I am indeed to see that it meets the approval of such a high-caliber audience.
But have no misconceptions: I am no one way in every instance. I simply am.
and you guys are simply cool.
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