What Rearview Mirror Is to Me
Ms. Haiku
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I posted this 8-30-04 on poetry, but it looks like it applies here as well. I wrote this poem in response to "Rearview Mirror."
Who's in the Rearview Mirror
Trees standing in a row beside a house
sway slightly in a light breeze; stand back up.
Trees bend slightly in a strong rain; stand back up.
Branches broken during a thunderstorm
are sawed for firewood then forgotten.
Struck by lightning a tree falls on the house.
Those tears were not of pain. Tears my brother
cried silently; his face red and wet, his
shirt blue and gold. I stared scared and useless.
It was then I knew that what he deserved
was not violence. That Saturday at
breakfast in the same room as a straw cross.
You left a map to your place, big brother,
when you left without a backward glance.
Who's in the Rearview Mirror
Trees standing in a row beside a house
sway slightly in a light breeze; stand back up.
Trees bend slightly in a strong rain; stand back up.
Branches broken during a thunderstorm
are sawed for firewood then forgotten.
Struck by lightning a tree falls on the house.
Those tears were not of pain. Tears my brother
cried silently; his face red and wet, his
shirt blue and gold. I stared scared and useless.
It was then I knew that what he deserved
was not violence. That Saturday at
breakfast in the same room as a straw cross.
You left a map to your place, big brother,
when you left without a backward glance.
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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Those 2 lines are FREAKIN awesome.
Nice work.