I used to live by the darkened road that led to the enchanted destinies of a fellow who was lost like a long awaited letter from my lover melting into the storm cutting its way into an alien land where the people who used to stay feeling afraid of the gathering storm and reading the first signs of their doom had decided to flee on the first car they could remember seeing which was actually a mailman's van from which they emptied all their letters to find enough leg-space for making their longest journey comfortable never thinking for once how lost the mailman would feel when he wouldn't be able to deliver their loved ones' words to the people who waited like the man who stayed on the darkened road whose curse it was addressed to those who were responsible for his lover's letter not reaching him that would ensure that their doom become inescapable on the very day they were fleeing from the storm.....
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Comments: 5
I like this stream-of-consciousness piece. To make it easier to follow, I cut and pasted it into Word so I could put in pauses at the end of each "thought." (I'm not saying that should publish it that way, though.).
However, once I did this, I realized that the poem begins and ends with the man on the darkened road (the narrator) who is waiting for news of his friends. Very nice!
reading their doom...emptying letters
becoming a gathering destructive storm themselfs
way cool
I like it clown.. I think I remember the spelling of your name but wont say it here.
hugs to you!
Isis