Rest assured, she will be around on Monday, but tonight we have something to share which will lead into something we will cover this week. This poem is named Driving. Do not judge the book by its cover.
Read this carefully and tell me if you have an idea what we will discuss. Although the poem is quite short, there are a number of concepts contained within its verse.
Accept my apologies in advance for the formatting, as this was not originally written for a space this narrow, but for a book. I have tried to keep some of the visual appeal intact.
Over the years, I have come to appreciate the visual effects of poetry, which often can help mitigate some of its erstwhile shortcomings. When you read, forget it is a poem in the classic sense. Read as though it were fiction. Pause where the punctuation tells you to pause. I like to read it aloud the second time.
I know this goes against the Hallmark Greeting card method you learned studying Keats and Shakespeare, but poetry always feels different when you read the content instead of the structure. Think more along the lines of e.e. cummings.
If it makes it easier, read it both ways. See if you feel a difference.
I hope you enjoy, and look forward to you interpretations, as always. Remember, I want to know what you think is to come.
Without knowing where the road fades into the rolling countryside,
I feel my way along the pavement.
The darkness crept across my path, a thief stealing
the light into the growing night.
The edge veers beneath the wheels and the trees loom tall
waving their warning.
A shudder in the steering brings me to hold to the stripes tight. Or
is this what I really want?
The darkness is warm, enveloping all around me, in it I find solace.
I can close my eyes and join it or I can flash the lights,
Scare it back into the margins to keep it at bay.
But, the thought of sending it away brings with it certain fright
Because I know what I want.
(c) Ann Marie Dwyer 2011