Neshamah Comments: Jam

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Jam

Jam

Winds Whistling

Whispering freedom

Sweat sticking

And I feel

The steering wheels slick grip under my finger tips

The bird on my dashboard

wants to bob out to the hills

while I melt further through the cracks

3 comments:

Unknown said...: Nice sounds to this poem. I like the slight sense of fear underneath, but perhaps that's Halloween coloring my reading.; October 23, 2011 at 8:52 AM
Cat Russell said...: What a great poem! Welcome to#FridayFlash!; October 23, 2011 at 7:52 PM
Neshamah said...: Thank you both so kind to welcome me..; October 27, 2011 at 6:15 AM

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