Feb
12
The rolling of the tires sings softly
Punctuated by tar marks on the road
movement to momentum
Quiet carrion meandering slowly
Informed by sunlight and small flowers with white buds
action to existence
Sinking deeper into my soul
A soft whisper calls me
hope
I love it. Trying to figure out what I love about it – it has a flow and the flow is interupted by the italicized words, and yet those interuptions contribute to the flow.
I think I also really like the alliteration; I’m a sucker for that. “sings softly” and “quiet carrion meandering.”