#SOL22: Poetry

Sun blazing

Red lights flashing everywhere

A sign of tapping brakes

And the masses slow.

Forward motion

Below the speed limit.

Vehicles hugging the left lane

Cause some to pass on the right.

Others wait

And wait

And wait.


They will move over

As soon as they recognize their “slowness”.

Ah . . .

Will they choose to use their turn signals?

The top driving infraction . . . no turn signals!

Driving: Torture? Fun? Relaxing? Annoying?

It all depends on your point of view

And the drivers on the road!

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What constitutes a poem?



Word choice?

Literary devices?

Oxford languages defines poetry as:


When do you intentionally choose to write poetry? When does poetry write itself?


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8 responses

  1. I could imagine the situation. We live in a small place and fortunately there are no traffic jams. In cities it is a big headache.

    1. There are days that I love interstate driving because it’s more efficient, but there are days that I hate interstate driving because it seems easier to notice the “bad driving habits” with so many more vehicles in the mix!

  2. So familiar! I live in the Chicago area where we say we have two seasons – construction and snow. I love how you created a poem from traffic woes.

    1. Traffic woes … It was a part of choosing my response to the frustrations of traffic. I chose to think of a way to slice it instead of rude gestures or thoughts! ❤

  3. And why is it that these SLVs (Slow Moving Vehicles) are always out when you are in the biggest hurry. My favorite is when one truck is trying to pass another on a hill and neither one has the speed to go anywhere.

    1. Oh, my. Yes, the SLV’s. At least they use their turn signals when they pull out in front of me!

  4. Ohhh I feel this one! I try to be kind and gracious and compassionate and patient. AND I know that I often throw that out the window when the other drivers give me grey hairs and make my teeth itch. Case in point: the first time my older son heard his mother cuss was when she was behind the wheel of a car…

    1. Lainie,,
      I try for kind and patient AND I know that feeling of making my teeth itch because my jaw is clenched to prevent that escaping inappropriate word or phrase. BUT it is SO hard!

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