Day Dream Driving; Photo
Title: Day Dream Driving
Medium: Photo
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Windy today and I feel less than brilliant,
driving over the hills from work.
There are the dark parts on the road
when you pass through clumps of wood
and the bright spots where you have a view of the ocean,
but that doesn’t make the road an allegory.
I should call Marie and apologize
for being so boring at dinner last night,
but can I really promise not to be that way again?
And anyway, I’d rather watch the trees, tossing
in what certainly looks like sexual arousal.
Otherwise it’s spring, and everything looks frail;
the sky is baby blue, and the just-unfurling leaves
are full of infant chlorophyll,
the very tint of inexperience.
Last summer’s song is making a comeback on the radio,
and on the highway overpass,
the only metaphysical vandal in America has written
MEMORY LOVES TIME
in big black spraypaint letters,
which makes us wonder if Time loves Memory back.
Last night I dreamed of X again.
She’s like a stain on my subconscious sheets.
Years ago she penetrated me
but though I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed,
I never got her out,
but now I’m glad.
What I thought was an end turned out to be a middle.
What I thought was a brick wall turned out to be a tunnel.
What I thought was an injustice
turned out to be a color of the sky.
Outside the youth center, between the liquor store
and the police station,
a little dogwood tree is losing its mind;
overflowing with blossomfoam,
like a sudsy mug of beer;
like a bride ripping off her clothes,
dropping snow white petals to the ground in clouds,
so Nature’s wastefulness seems quietly obscene.
It’s been doing that all week:
making beauty,
and throwing it away,
and making more.
A Color of the Sky by Tony Hoagland
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5 blogs with photos of journeys: princess haiku, Citizen of the Month, Flanders Inside, mgalitratonijay, kamurawayan
5 blogs with poems of journeys: Paris Parfait, Knocking from the Inside, Joe Zul, stoney moss, Side Stepping Real
lovely poem, I find poems to be so reflective of many journeys. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks again for introducing me to another new author….I’m all about travel at this moment too….
This photo is wonderful – love the dreamlike quality. And thanks for the link! Will email you soon to catch up.
and the just-unfurling leaves
are full of infant chlorophyll,
the very tint of inexperience
Lovely this……..I enjoyed the read, thanks.
I love the movment in the photo and the poem is excellent, another poet new to me. I really like the brick wall that turned out to be a tunnel
I still love your place– you have such a great talent. Love your artwork. Today’s post was fun to read.
Mind-knocking. Well done…
Well, it IS a kind of hypnotizing photo, then I read the text (good choise !), look at the photo again and I really would start daydreaming, but hey it’s midnight here, so i’ll make nightdreaming of it. Thanks for the link !
Great poem and photo. The journey often feels and looks like a blur without the benefit of reflection.
One of my favorite posts. I had to write down the author’s name because I want more! You have a such a way with images and words. Delicious.
Thanks you for introducing us to this author – this poem just blew me away!
I hadn’t read this before, and it’s a perfect one for the prompt, the photo works nicely with it, too.