Passing By

On a snow-covered street, I drive along passing snow-covered car after another. The neighborhood is quiet. Still. The SUV ahead of me slowly pulls off to the right side. I'm several car links behind. The vehicle stops as if to make a U-turn. I veer as far left as I can fully on the wrong side of the road. As I pass by, a man reaches out of his vehicles' window and proceeds to flip me the bird. So vehemently, I could see he really meant it when our eyes locked. His expression was one of anger. 

"Driving along in my automobile."

I wondered if he was gesturing to someone else on the other side of the road. I watched through the rearview the vehicle remained parked, for a bit then moved forward at a slow pace.  I pulled into my driveway, stayed in my car to watch him go by. The man honked his horn in a continuous tone until the end of the road. 

What happened to you, today?

Not Today

Sometimes, when they leave you they don't say why.

     Laughter is silenced.
     Trust fades.
     All the while lies swirl with the wind.
     Sometimes, opposing forces take a toll.
     But, mostly rumors get started by the jealous people.

When Good Things Happen, Bad Things Follow

To write through it is to face it.
I'm not so sure I'm doing that.
In fact, I don't look at it at all.
I won't acknowledge the view through the looking glass.

All my words are tainted with his violence and disregard.

No poem without sadness and shame exists.
No story without anger and fury can I write.

All I know is when good things happen, bad things follow. -- (c)deyanira.