In Times Like This

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In Times Like This

“These roads are haunted now.” Salem’s Lot, Stephen King


Thin yellow sun blankets the roads.

I travel these roads without you now.

A frisson of loneliness runs down my spine

I am temporarily blinded by tears.

I swerve to avoid a squirrel zipping across the road,

granting it emporrary life.

A hawk searches above,


19 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Lucy
    Oct 05, 2020 @ 19:27:19

    Very sorrowful and encompassed with dark imagery even in spite of the sun’s brightness and glare. Beautifully penned and solemn.


  2. Grace
    Oct 05, 2020 @ 19:46:02

    That sun can be blinding at times when I am driving. Hugs to you!


  3. Ron.
    Oct 05, 2020 @ 19:51:27

    Roadkill or hawkfeast…some choice. Frying pan or fire?
    Sunlight, Schmunlight. Great write!


  4. hank77
    Oct 05, 2020 @ 20:57:03

    granting it temporary life.
    A hawk searches above,

    Life is such, to each its own. One is always open to risks and most are not of our own undoing. Perhaps it makes us act naturally to be extra cautious. Wonderful write Toni!



  5. Dora
    Oct 05, 2020 @ 21:19:14

    Eerie imagery, especially given the “Salem’s Lot” quote. And the loneliness is tangible. Nicely done, Kanzen.


  6. peterfrankiswrites
    Oct 05, 2020 @ 21:29:50

    In a bare 44 words you’ve completely chilled me with this evocation of a lonely drive.


  7. robtkistner
    Oct 06, 2020 @ 02:58:04

    There was a loneliness in these words Toni, but very well written. Nice to see you visit my site. Was missing seeing your name.


  8. kim881
    Oct 06, 2020 @ 03:10:02

    I like the way you used the quotation from Salem’s Lot to explore your sorrow, Toni, with the sun diluted and nature carrying on around you.I’m so glad to read your words again, you’ve been missed.


  9. Ingrid
    Oct 06, 2020 @ 06:07:55

    Such a hard journey to continue on alone when you lose someone you love.


  10. Laura Bloomsbury
    Oct 06, 2020 @ 07:11:29

    life and death woven tightly in your blanket – a sensitive pensive poem


  11. merrildsmith
    Oct 06, 2020 @ 07:23:05

    Toni, this is so vivid–I could feel that “frisson of loneliness,” and there is an autumn starkness, as well, in the thin sun and hawk.


  12. Jane Dougherty
    Oct 06, 2020 @ 10:32:54

    That’s a lovely way to see it, granting something else a bit of life, even if it’s only a stay of execution.


  13. Misky
    Oct 06, 2020 @ 10:55:41

    Maybe that hawk is watching over you …


  14. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Oct 06, 2020 @ 14:56:55

    Giving a life like that is a small comfort… every road must be a memory.


  15. memadtwo
    Oct 06, 2020 @ 19:42:45

    stark and full of grief (K)


  16. purplepeninportland
    Oct 08, 2020 @ 21:00:27

    Love that last line, Toni. It could be a protection.


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