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Post No. 837




The smooth soothing hum

Of traffic through the suburbs

.           The lifeblood of evolution

.           All rushing to get things done


And everyone working to plan

An art-aerial view enabling all

Who follow the map to obey

.           The rules and not go beyond

.           The lines drawn on the road

White lines yellow lines

Broken lines and token lines


.           .           And heaven forbid a brake

.           .           Or jam— traffic sticking fast

.                       As long as it lasts

Fingers drumming on the wheel

.           And then it starts


.           And the 4WD’s baritone



Middle fingers waving

Open mouths silently yelling

(Aircon always too hot – or too cold)


.                       Hesitation or trepidation

.                       Cannot keep the meeting waiting…


©Denise G Allen, 07 July 2015 12:40


Bumper Bash


Crawling like a shongololo*

Nose to tail in traffic snarl,

A to B, lands on C,

Mish-mash, car crash,

Bumper bash.

Backseat children start to cry,

‘Okay, okay, keep calm,’ say I,

‘Dry your eyes, we’re all okay,

We’ll brave the crowds another day.’


©Denise G Allen, 16 December 2013 13:54