Traffic lights

Amidst ubiquitous hum of the engines
on a Friday late afternoon,
tapping my fingers on the side windows
waiting my turn in a sea of metallic cages
My thoughts drift away
far from what I would have liked
to lands of introspect and internal reviews
to the uncomfortable venues and shaken grounds
familiar corners and engraved views
I recall the lost opportunities
and the painful farewells
broken promises and overbearing regrets
I try to sum up my blur of existence,
assemble fragments that matter
like a child with a heap of sand
struggling to give it a shape
a strong honk of horn
thankfully brought me back
welcomed by rather hostile show of fists
The light in front of me was indeed green...








Poetry by sagi
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Written on 2016-10-10 at 01:50

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
An interesting existential moment. Sometimes during these short periods of time a lot can go on in your head. Then being forced back into the world throws it all away. Nice.
2016-10-16


Ashe
The psychology of the red light traffic stop when some of our deepest thoughts are set free. I love how well you write and the details in this poem. Usually I think of my best poems at this time, but are forgotten by the time I reach my destination. I enjoyed reading this.
Ashe*
2016-10-10