disembodied she stared at nothing
rugged mountains loomed like giants
her designer suit looked like rags
nails chipped, filled with dirt
her tangled hair flying all over
frenzied she searched for a comb
(a woman always thinks of her hair)
finding none, she crumbled into herself
a hand found her shoulder
trucker offered her his own one
dirty though it was, she pulled it
through her unkempt hair
even the comb refused to go further
reflecting her life was in shambles
and now she was going to lose her hair
trucker took away the comb,
gently untangled it with his fingers
with a long suffering sigh
she leaned into him, disconnected
from everything but him
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This is the third in the series of road trip poetry. All stand on their own but if anyone wants to read all, here are the links:
road trip
road trip continued
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#Update: I dedicate my blog to Granny Smith. She is one of the best bloggers I have known. She lost her husband Otto on the 10th of May. Please do visit her and offer your condolences.
This is lovely and intense. I look forward to seeing where this ends up going.
ReplyDeleteveryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy tangly mess :)
ReplyDeletebut i loved the read!
http://whenhekissesher.wordpress.com/2009/05/16/disconnected/
Nice read..its interesting.
ReplyDeleteHaven't been here for a while but again a first class poem
ReplyDeleteYour series read like a movie script, and engages the reader.
ReplyDeletePhew, perhaps the message is in the title, it'll be interesting to see how this untangles.
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So tender, G. And vivid. One of your best of late!
ReplyDeleteI thought this sounded familiar! Now, I'm really intrigued. I think these poems could be made into a novel!
ReplyDeleteAnd so nice of you to dedicate your blog to Granny. I almost cried when I read her post about her husband.
Very impressive by describing action, thoughts and emotions without going a long way round. Only when commenting itself (line 7) a bit in the danger of redundancy. But who cares when the whole poem is great stuff to read.
ReplyDeleteBest wishes
Ralf
beautifully woven and intriguing - so vivid and descriptive!!!
ReplyDeleteYour poetry is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI have pictures in my head. Love the last verse particularly.
ReplyDeletethere is always a story to follow when I come here
ReplyDeleteThis is great stuff. Next please!
ReplyDeletealways interesting to read
ReplyDeleteAnd what a trip it was - nice work!
ReplyDeleteThis is the first poem in read in this series, and its a very lovely one. Often in life we get ourselves into so many problems that we find difficult to come out of it. Just like her hair.
ReplyDeletegreat work! as usual... :)
ReplyDeleteG'tami, wow! That was an emotive description of desperation. Finding sympathy in roughest corners of humanity. Enjoyed that!
ReplyDeleteThe contrasts! Loved it - the lady - a mess and the trucker, calm and strong...
ReplyDeletei like the imagery and significance of the comb.
ReplyDeleteAnother lovely poem. The image of the lost and tangled lady and the strong trucker ties right into "disconnected".
ReplyDeleteGosh I really liked the imagery this gives the reader. The ending was perfect. Can't wait to see if there's more :)
ReplyDeletethis was so real..bautiful.
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