White Lines

White Lines

 

White lines on black road breaks

Into pieces

Then blurs

as the road curls.

Car brakes

-screeches

Down the hill,

Disappears;

becomes a wreck,

a small oil spill.

There's smoke and fears-

There’s red mixed with green

and black; the line is nowhere to be seen.

Further up the road it runs,

It does continue, no matter what burns.

 

 

Reviews

[plainme]

Wow! That is an excellent image you create, especially at the end! Did not expect that. I like the deeper meaning of this poem, it can be seen in so many ways, depending on your state of mind. I love a poem that can be interpreted in many ways, for me, that is a definition of poetry. Well done.

[Inda]

Thanks so much for your generous review, means a lot. This is one of my favorite pieces. :)

[K. Louis]

Yes, the line does continue!...Really great imagery in this Inda!

[Inda]

Thanks for the R&R!

[K. Louis]

you're welcome!