The window to the driver's door is broken,
And whistles - howls - at almost ev'ry speed,
Insisting any single word that's spoken
Be swallowed by its empty, doleful screed.
Ahead, a leaf has somehow broken free
From tens of thousands on the forest floor,
And blows across the road, a refugee
From nowhere into nowhere, that before
Was darkness into darkness -- in the light
Occasioned by the headlights of the car,
It makes a jerky parody of flight,
Then disappears in black. No moon, no star,
Just whistling in the window on the way,
This evening of a brief December day.
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but I'm starting to be stumped by Pilgrim's comments (darn!)
The new year, I hope you continue on. Don't be seduced by the jeweler's locket science.
'nowhere into nowhere’
‘darkness into darkness’
‘then disappears in black. No moon, no star’
An eloquent and undeniably, hauntingly beautiful sonnet … woven with misery and desolation and so incredibly wrought from a broken car window and a leaf blowing across the road! But please tell me it was not also wrought from how you were feeling.
You are a remarkable poet, DB ... just remarkable.
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I think this is one of your best.
Fusun, thank you. It's funny what images stick when you're driving along an empty road. I was really struck by it, somehow.
Pilgrim. Yes indeed, that is the sound. I have finally broken down and asked the garage how much it's going to cost to fix. I don't know if I can afford it, but it sets my teeth on edge.
anna1. Thank you. I hope I haven't made you dizzy?
TGD. I am happy to see you continuing to come by. Thank you, and I'm glad you enjoyed it.
vanessa. Don't be stumped by Pilgrim - I think he secretly envies you anyway. I know I do.
Sheba Marx. Well, hello there. It's a pleasure to meet you. Thanks for happening by - I hope you keep coming back.
Leon. I am still puzzling out what I'll do, come January 1. Thank you, my sincerest thanks, for your encouragement.
tril, I was trying to spin a completely different tale. I gave up, nothing was coming. I was too distracted by the stupid window on the car...
Kate. Thank you for asking. No, this one was about the car window and the leaf. And that it was so beastly cold outside. Once I got the groceries put away and got into my pajamas, I was toasty and happy. But the images were lasting.
Rodney. you're right, there is something very evocative about that song. It may just be the strength of its opening line. Thank you for mentioning me in the same breath.
pastvoices. Thank you, as well, for the well wishes.
Thanks everyone. I'm going to answer another night of comments here, before I turn in. Thanks again for your patience.