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It’s subtle
how it calls,
how the road
yields to the curve
of your palm,
lingering
upon your tongue,
your palate quivering
with diesel and dust
as if cigar smoke, sex,
Bordeaux.
By day,
the sun toasty,
by night,
the stars crisp,
like hints of a lover’s kiss
fresh upon your skin,
soul
entwined
with the highway wind,
a liberative mix,
silver-quick
as the slivered moon
tends to the
cumulonimbus clouds
in your mind.
And it’s subtle
how you answer,
how you
yield to the curve
of its palm.
© 2014 Jennifer Wagner
Going for a mind clearing drive
with Magpie Tales & the Sunday Whirl.
Beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteThe open road beckons, calls, cools, and winds,
ReplyDeleteand then unwinds.
Nice.
Randy
I ride a a 650 scooter and I love the road.
Interesting to me how people have different immediate reactions to the prompt words...unique what came to your mind..very romantic.
ReplyDeleteThe title says it all: Acceleration. If relationships don't put the pedal to the metal, occasionally - they, inevitably, sputter, to a dead stop. There's something to be said for seizing the day, together. Smiles.
ReplyDeletegreat response to the prompt. your palate quivering
ReplyDeletewith diesel and dust - great words
Yes there is a certain charm in the highway at night.. there is a romantic danger that is intriguing.. pulls me back to days when I where younger.
ReplyDeleteI love this: "with diesel and dust as if cigar smoke, sex, Bordeaux." I can almost taste it!
ReplyDeleteYou leave a wonderful poem! I like that subtle feeling fine full throttle!
ReplyDeleteOne must certainly be very careful with this kind of stretch. Wonderful write Jennifer!
ReplyDeleteHank
Of course I am loving the toastiness and the crispness. Really liking the small moments of "cataloging" too.
ReplyDeleteThe road and me...we have a different story of ours to tell. And it seems like you told with your beautiful words. :)
ReplyDeleteenergetic, passionate. you have a way with words.
ReplyDeleteYou are such a true romantic; it's evident in every poem you write!
ReplyDeleteThe best part:
ReplyDeleteyour palate quivering
with diesel and dust
I enjoyed this poem.
Strong yet delicate, a neat combo.
ReplyDeleteI admire the sensuality mixing with the oil, smoke and dangerous curves of the roads ~ A potent write Jennifer ~
ReplyDeleteexcellent
ReplyDeleteI love the connection between the body/soul and being on the road. And this part is amazing:
ReplyDelete"By day,
the sun toasty,
by night,
the stars crisp,
like hints of a lover’s kiss
fresh upon your skin,"
Great poem, Jennifer.
Thank you for bringing some silvery curvature to the straight edged charnel house that is roads , though the more i think about it the more i realise that on this round ball ypon which we dwell , no road will ever be truly straight , will it ?
ReplyDeleteThe curve of your palm...I love that metaphor...
ReplyDeleteLove the "curve of your palm" and the way danger can follow.
ReplyDeletejust breathtaking, Jennifer..
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