Thursday, May 24, 2012

Creative 5-25-12


Revised:
We’re driving along down the road
Heading to an early meeting
The GPS says wrong way, turn around
So we listen and end up with no more signal
We decide to continue on this way
Heading on a winding windy road
In the middle of no where
A shack, a run-down house
Are the only things we see,
We come across a small town
There is no one in sight, so we
Keep on heading down this winding road
Trying to find just where we needed to go
Another dreary empty town
It feels like we’ve been here before
Going in circles, with only a half hour past
It seems like much longer than that
Just when we were worried most
The signal updates and we realize
We’ve been heading in the right direction all along
No longer lost, we head on through
To the place we needed to be

A week later all over the news
A man killed by wild animals,
Who are no longer caged. All this happening
In the place where we just were
This gives our journey such an eerie feeling
What could have happened if it had been last week
It might have made the trip more worth telling
Instead this is the end and never will we go
Back through that town again

Original:
We were driving along down the road
Heading to the symposium
The GPS said wrong way turn around
So we did and ended up with no more signal
It's decided to continue on this way
We are heading down a windy road
In the middle of no where
A shack, a run down house
are the only things we see for miles
We come across a small town
There is no one in sight so we
Keep on heading down this windy road
Trying to find just where we need to be
Just then the GPS signal updates
We have been heading in the right direction after all
No longer lost we head on through
To Zanesville and find the place we needed to go

2 comments:

  1. I liked this poem! It was pretty easy to understand what was going on and the language was nice and simple. Maybe there should be a little more of a build up to the ending. Good job though!

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  2. Megan,

    This poem has the feeling of importance, of some kind of insight or moral, but I guess I'm not sure what it is. Can you comment more on the disorientation of being lost and the irony of actually going the right direction?

    Is there something about this feeling that reminds you of your wider life? Are you sometimes unsure of your path but then realize that your aimlessness was exactly what you needed?

    Also, think about "GPS" and "Zanesville." These are curious specifics, but are they timeless? GPS to me doesn't sound poetic. But you might disagree.

    I enjoy the reflective tone here, by the way.

    Dave

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