Poetry Day: Casualties of the Morning Drive

Duck Hunt from Nintendo Meme

(This always annoyed me when I had a long commute.  After a while, my mind would start picking on various story ideas.  I’d still be focusing on the road, of course, but I would think about these things at red lights.  Most times, I got to work and had to rush into things with no chance to write anything down.  This was always worse than losing dreams that were good ideas.)

As I focus on the task at hand

I hear my voices wander

Whispering of growing dreams

That are rising from my edges

Words rippling across my mind

I must not hold them tight

Or I will forget my place

I can merely hope they last

Until I can stop the car

And write them for infinity

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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11 Responses to Poetry Day: Casualties of the Morning Drive

  1. L. Marie says:

    So true! This has happened to me for sure when I had a long commute by car. Or even when I commuted by train but happened to forget my pen at home (which happened several times), assuming that it was in my purse but wasn’t.

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  2. You captured the frustration very well, Charles

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  3. The frustration is real. I figure if it was a good one it will return to me one day.

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  4. Jennie says:

    Well said, and so true.

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