Moving Forward
Those wheels of black that propelled me
down the road, away
from a past grown dark,
offered a deliverance that brought
light and the promise of love realized.
This poem is my response to dVerse Poetics: On Shades of Black,
from Anmol at dVerse – Poets Pub.
Seven years have passed since I moved from Western New York to Central Missouri.
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I like this idea, Ken. Sometimes I think it would be nice to just drive away for a while.
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So true, Robbie. And then there are some things that need to be left behind.
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“wheels of black” conveys negative connotations … but I have to chuckle, as the truck we bought to pull the Airstream is … well, black. We’d discussed color and agreed: anything but black. But then … the best deal was very black, now affectionately called Blackie.
Your closing 2 lines bring more smiles. Interesting how we are “propelled” into life changes.
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Especially when that change is due. Thank you, Jazz.
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Nice response to the prompt – I hadn’t thought of tyres. I like the sense of movement.
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Thank you. 🙂
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Black tires–a great response. Wheels of black sounds like it could be a country music song.
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Bakersfield sound, hopefully! Thank you, Merril. 🙂
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🙂
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The wheels are always turning. Best to follow along. (K)
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Sometimes, there’s just no looking back.
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Succinct and hopeful — I like the idea of those black wheels leading you on. 🙂
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Thanks, Anmol. Moving forward, of course. 🙂
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May the promise be fulfilled.
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And it has! Thank you, Frank.
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I love the idea of being propelled by black
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Turning absence on its head, making something of nothing.
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Sounds as if the journey is headed in the right direction!
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And it is!
Thank you. 🙂
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Smiling I am…..and apologizing for the late late read on this prompt! BUT — smiling at the thought of the automobile’s power to whisk us away sometimes. So many thoughts here from this short write….my father’s car was his most prized possession and the family car ride on Sunday afternoons, a tradition. Then I think of a young boy I dated in high school who had his own “wheels” and that was the essence of cool. And how I age myself with these comments but, none-the-less, the smiling from reading your post continues! 🙂
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Thank you, Lillian. So true, about being whisked away. Just like that, a weekend – two days like any other – are transformed by a visit to relatives, a camping trip, lazy days on the beach.
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