The Eclectic Pen - I am lying in the bed of a truck going sixty down the highway.


By: Sarah C. (aleya)   + 13 more  
Date Submitted: 2/2/2011
Last Updated: 3/5/2011
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 69
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  The bed is gentle motion
Rocking to sleep
Like a cradle on a dryer

The trees are blurring
Disappearing
Briefly lit by the chasing lights

The stars are still
Never blinking
Looking down in indifferent glory

I am
Smiling
Floating
Absorbing

And being absorbed

Lying here
Peacefully
Waiting to die




Traveling so fast, looking at the stars- it was one of my beautiful moments. I would love some honest feedback :)


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Wesley W. (wesleyalan) - 2/2/2011 9:59 AM ET
It is depressing, and it is too short. I am sure that Ebert and Cecil would agree with me as well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
J - 2/22/2011 11:01 PM ET
I really enjoyed it.
Eva L. (wearetrees) - 3/20/2011 9:47 PM ET
I think your first 3 stanzas are strong and compelling - I can truly see what you inspire with your words. But what is going on inside you, as a reflection/counter-reflection to your environment? I, too, would have like a couple more "full" expressions of the climate within.
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