Incident

what you see

Anywhere. Evening rain.

Snakes cross the road,

               no longer an obvious place,

               it cracks like old toffee.

Lost souls in nightgowns and slippers

               foam behind lines.

               A dark tide bids,

then waits for the gallery of heads,

               a row of blue eyes

               devoid of doubt.

A world of broken signs.

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

Your fantastic poem paints a rather frightful and ghostly picture. Such a tragedy would leave people wondering and lost for a while.

[Coyote Song]

This is very haunting. Floods. Animals do appear when there is a flood, animals that you might never see otherwise. Yes floods come and destroy places. Mother Nature taking beck or trying to. But the hurt and the despair and the devastation is massive. A fantastic poem.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the roads to happiness are cracked, the snakes are crossing our path...evil looms among lost souls...with some of the lines in this i am reminded of "Village of the damned" with those children and the eyes, as they would stare and something bad would happen.

i like the placement of your words here...and really like how the imagery is so eerie...

and how the first and last lines connect so subtly ....

really good poetry....

j.

[V]

It reads like a poetic description of a random scene somewhere outside in this world though with a shade of darkness in it. I like your choice of words and the way you structured it creates calmness along the lines. Not something to be quickly read but slowly and carefully, letting the words sink in. Nice piece.