The rain creates a sheen,covering everything.
Headlights bounce off the pavement,
blinding drivers in the oncoming vehicles.
A momentary lapse of concentration creates
chaos, metal against metal, meeting the road
amidst screams of anguish and pain.
Sirens break the monotony of the night,
curtains part as the curious peek out.
Rain washes away the evidence of carnage
before first light, leaving no sign of the suffering.
Drivers speed past the site, oblivious to the nights events.
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Oh My! I hate the thought that I am a passer-by of something horrific that has happened just hours before. But I am sure that I have crossed over such areas many times. I can remember seeing metal still on the highway after my son's car astor-planed off the pathway and ended in a bunch of trees. I thank God he escaped with minor injuries. This poem took me back there. Oh My! I had to say that again because I find it hard to express just how this poem made me feel. This is surreal. You packed a wallop of emotion here dear sister.
Much Love ♥
Renee
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Thank you for you comments on my poem.
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I think about that concept sometimes. I wonder what types of events have happened in a particular space, and wonder if there's an energy that resonates.
I like this because the imagery you've created is raw & precise, and it puts me right there at the terrifying scene. (But I'm relieved when I'm done to be sitting right here in comfy chair!)
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Thanks for your comment on this poem.
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Great write Nemmy. Your use of imagery is particularly good!
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