Listening to this poem with eyes closed is to become more accepting and forgiving of my younger self, mad to understand and see what waited around every single corner.
With each poem you share, I feel we get a little poem chapter of your life. Thank you for sharing these! Gorgeous poem! In that car praying with you! What a special girl and what a special guy!
Usually, I eschew anything, and particularly any literature, which tries to smile, or to compliment those who smile, or which is receptive to, or evokes, warmth and friendship and human communion.
But I actually liked it. It is the first "nice" thing I've read which doesn't seem sacharine, silly and juvenile.
The first section of your poem took me back to a memory of driving from Barbourville to Pineville, in the Appalachian Mountains of southeastern Kentucky in a blizzard. The 18 mile trip took me over an hour and a half. I was also 17. Then, wonder of wonders, I get to the last section of your poem...I too was doing all of this for a girl...her name was Lynn. I still think of her with a great fondness that may have once been love.
I think many of us remember that road, that storm, and that lust that drove us on..and much like the snow…only the memories remain…love your writing though some is rough to swallow..
Listening to this poem with eyes closed is to become more accepting and forgiving of my younger self, mad to understand and see what waited around every single corner.
I love the image of following the snowplow in the snowstorm.
We have two kids living a mountain summit away. So visits not only revolve around time off, but whether there's a storm coming in or not.
Perfect capture of that time. I've watched my grandsons in its grip. A beautiful, crazy thing!
fantastic piece! I have tried to follow that snowplow through many storms. :)
It's nice to hear your voice again, Sherman. I missed you for a long time.
Love "road trip refugees..."
Most of us have one of those. Great poem, thanks, Sherman!
Love this, Sherman!!
Thanks so much for the poetry prompt. I shall try to do it justice!
Thanks, Jan. good luck!
Man, this poem carries me back to a (somewhat) similar winter journey to see a girl. Thanks for the memories!
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Delicious.
Thanks, Jonathan,
I love this! And so relate as a teenager growing up in Minnesota…thank god for creating snowplows….the bigger, the better!
Snowplows! Snowplows!
With each poem you share, I feel we get a little poem chapter of your life. Thank you for sharing these! Gorgeous poem! In that car praying with you! What a special girl and what a special guy!
Thank you,
Usually, I eschew anything, and particularly any literature, which tries to smile, or to compliment those who smile, or which is receptive to, or evokes, warmth and friendship and human communion.
But I actually liked it. It is the first "nice" thing I've read which doesn't seem sacharine, silly and juvenile.
What you wrote seems GENUINE.
Thank you, David. I think about 95% of my work is not "nice." Ha!
The first section of your poem took me back to a memory of driving from Barbourville to Pineville, in the Appalachian Mountains of southeastern Kentucky in a blizzard. The 18 mile trip took me over an hour and a half. I was also 17. Then, wonder of wonders, I get to the last section of your poem...I too was doing all of this for a girl...her name was Lynn. I still think of her with a great fondness that may have once been love.
Beautiful! I'm having so much fun reading all the similar storm-braving experiences.
I think many of us remember that road, that storm, and that lust that drove us on..and much like the snow…only the memories remain…love your writing though some is rough to swallow..
Thank you, Sage.
What a fine post, Sherman. Energy dripping from every word! I’m in awe that you used a common high school circumstance to craft wonder!
Thank you, Gary.