Rain streams
in never-ending rivulets,
blurs
obscures vision.
The unremitting
rhythmic wurr
wurr
wurr
of wiper-blades
irritates, marks time
as you sit behind the wheel
fix-gazed on anything but me.
This is an oft travelled road,
I anticipate the coming storm,
sense the thunder,
wonder what will precipitate
the squall.
I watch the blades
raise the tempo
as they swish to and fro,
aggravate existing fury,
heavens darken, heighten fear
and you glance at me hate-faced
and I know the time is near –
tis not only skies that will blacken.
Anna :o]
Shared with the wonderful folk at P&SU Writers Pantry #45, hosted by the lovely Rommy – cheers Rommy!
Author: "Bad sky, wet road. #Traffic #rain #ColumbusOhio" by Howard TJ is licensed under CC BY-NC 2.0
18 comments:
Chilling and elliptical - so powerful
Oh that we may weather the storms with good sense and hope
Stay Safe
Much❤love
The word "blacken" makes an ominous ending. (Was it meant to be?) I think that it has to mean their moods will opposite-of-enlighten further, but these days "blacken" is more often used in the context of bruises...
Cheers for your welcome response Priscilla.
Blacken here was used in the context of bruises.
Anna :o]
This is a doubly terrifying poem--storms on the road give me anxiety and threat within and without is vivid.
I can feel the storm brewing in every line of your piece. The mood of the speaker and fellow passenger is so well captured.
This is a truly chilling metaphor. Part of me wants to reach out to the speak and tell her to run and never look back.
Oh my! A gripping poem. The crescendoing wipers ending in the hate-filled eyes! Yikes
I wish the tone and mood--all relatable apprehension and suspense twisted and staring me in the soul--weren't so timely. The storm seems to have come, stayed, and is on its way all at the same time. And that knowledge does things to brain and heart.
I interpreted this poem as one of domestic violence which has increased alarmingly since the pandemic , at least in Oz.Too many women are subjected to hate filled faces and bruisings and not nearly enough , (here at least) is done to sort this problem
The statistics are alarming.Powerful poem.
Love the detailed description of the storm and the rain on the windows. It puts you straight in that storm and preparing you for another storm coming up between her and him
Enjoyed reading this
Even though it may not extend to domestic violence there is still the feeling of dissatisfaction in the relationship is apparent.
Reading this, I quail.
The whir whir is a little hypnotizing, numbing in this case. Only a matter of time.
Another chillingly descriptive poem. Still think of the pea one too.
A great close to the poem, Anna!
i like how the mood of the poem changes to as foul as the weather.
Intense and very effective - My heart goes out - I wonder husband and wife, elderly parent and child... Leaving it open allows one to place themselves into this - but I'm glad I can't! So sad.
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