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Lost at the Bar on my way home

17 Aug

I always rush home. When in that kind of hurry,

Having to use the higher road;

I skim along the North-South Corridor, without memory.

 

Lights on, seatbelt tight, dusk on the western side,

Avoiding the State Police, first star hints, glinting of a day gone night.

 I am just… plain whooshing along. Doing my best, with the radio on,

 

Wishing, to slow down.

Where are my warning signs?

That curve is best taken in a straight line.

 

Slow down! Change the station.

Lights on, seatbelt tight, strapping me in with all I own

Gets quickly loosen by an exit’s neon sign.

 

I am familiar with the wolf’s den,

The back road caves, un-protected marshes,

And the snapping turtles shallow haven.

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42 Comments

Posted by on August 17, 2014 in AA, Beginnings, DRUGS, Poetry

 

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42 responses to “Lost at the Bar on my way home

  1. Mary

    August 17, 2014 at 9:30 am

    Sounds like a kind of ‘iffy drive.’ Hair-raising indeed…especially on a curvy road. Glad about the safe return home.

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  2. Gabriella

    August 17, 2014 at 9:38 am

    I guess that when we near home and know the route by heart, we like this kind of rides and enjoy the exhilarating feeling.

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  3. Sumana Roy

    August 17, 2014 at 10:02 am

    love the rhythm in this one ZQ…is it scary or fun i wonder 🙂

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  4. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    August 17, 2014 at 10:15 am

    to hurry home seems like one of the worst mood to be in.. when I feel that, I switch to another channel — one that make we enjoying the ride..

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  5. claudia

    August 17, 2014 at 11:10 am

    as long as one puts no others into danger and the car is under control, speed is fine – unfortunately i have seen too many terrible accident when drugs and speed were involved..

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  6. alan1704

    August 17, 2014 at 11:13 am

    Familiarity and haste have a strange recipe for adventure. I like how you make this race into the present.

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  7. Gillena Cox

    August 17, 2014 at 12:07 pm

    you are hurrying past adventures to a safer more controlled zone, have a niceSunday

    much love…

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  8. Kerry O'Connor

    August 17, 2014 at 12:51 pm

    You describe the journey so well, a very modern path we follow, and juxtapose that so finely in the final stanza with the natiral world we are so hasty to leave behind.

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  9. Audrey Howitt

    August 17, 2014 at 2:16 pm

    Love the rhythm of this—and glad you are safe.

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  10. ManicDdaily

    August 17, 2014 at 2:43 pm

    We are so eager to get there–wherever there is! And then something surprises us. You describe the different states well. k.

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  11. ZQ

    August 17, 2014 at 2:44 pm

    ❤ How can I ever re-pay you for your insight?

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  12. C.C.

    August 17, 2014 at 3:55 pm

    Rushing home, skimming along, without memory….this happens so often when we drive on auto-pilot, unaware of how we even got home safely…and, all too sadly, it is how we too often go through life as well…forgetting to slow down and take notice.

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  13. Eileen T O'Neill

    August 17, 2014 at 4:16 pm

    ZQ,

    Love the rhythm and the wildness within this poem…Reminds me of French friends, who take old, well driven routes through the vines, after an evening of ‘wine tasting.’…So much more fun, than the conventional roads homewards!!

    Eileen

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  14. Poet Laundry

    August 17, 2014 at 5:04 pm

    Slow down indeed…enjoy the journey. I like this!

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  15. Truedessa

    August 17, 2014 at 6:16 pm

    slow down enjoy the moments and the view..then the journey will be worth taking..

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  16. Sherry Blue Sky

    August 17, 2014 at 6:59 pm

    I can feel that drive home, you put me right there, a little nervous on the curves, kiddo…be careful, please, you are needed! Love the wolves’ den and the snapping turtles.

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  17. Loredana Donovan

    August 17, 2014 at 7:40 pm

    I take it you meant this as a metaphor for life’s journey, and not a literal ride in the car. Some do live life on the fast lane and don’t take the time to enjoy the moment. A lot is missed in the mad rush, the rat race. Slowing down is good 🙂

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  18. Grace

    August 17, 2014 at 7:45 pm

    I am very careful with those sharp curves specially at night ~ That ending gave me chills though ~

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  19. Kim Nelson

    August 18, 2014 at 4:48 pm

    Isn’t that the way of life? We take risks, weighing them and their potential consequences as well as our abilities to navigate the road taken. A wonderful telling.

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  20. humbird

    August 19, 2014 at 11:54 am

    We become so brave that even compare ourselves to wildlife….here the link in the case you really want to try….http://www.wikihow.com/Howl-Like-a-Wolf ~ Hope you’re safe :)xx

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  21. ZQ

    August 19, 2014 at 4:01 pm

    Thanks! I did go there and watched the video… is that you? Very interesting, provocative, and perfect truth ❤ in expression and understanding 🙂

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  22. ZQ

    August 19, 2014 at 4:03 pm

    Yes… I’ve taken many roads to heaven 🙂

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  23. ZQ

    August 19, 2014 at 4:04 pm

    Evening’s veil does offer its seduction.

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  24. ZQ

    August 19, 2014 at 4:07 pm

    Both, the metaphor for the direction we take… home? or the bar? One is a marsh, the other is…? The road we take is the choice we make.

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  25. ZQ

    August 19, 2014 at 4:08 pm

    🙂 I’m fine,still alive and kickin’ with words 🙂

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  26. ZQ

    August 19, 2014 at 4:09 pm

    Yup! No question about it.

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  27. ZQ

    August 19, 2014 at 4:09 pm

    🙂 ❤

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  28. ZQ

    August 19, 2014 at 4:10 pm

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  29. ZQ

    August 19, 2014 at 4:11 pm

    you too ❤

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  30. ZQ

    August 19, 2014 at 4:12 pm

    Thank you Alan, a little slower now but not my thoughts!

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  31. ZQ

    August 19, 2014 at 4:13 pm

    Me too! Both on the road and in the mind!

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  32. ZQ

    August 19, 2014 at 4:17 pm

    Rushing home for me was always my goal… to be with my family and the greetings that always welcomed me. Unfortunately I often stopped at the “marsh”, arriving to a cold supper, and kissing children that were already asleep. 😦

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  33. ZQ

    August 19, 2014 at 4:19 pm

    yes! It is always that… until retrospection.
    Always nice to see you ❤

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  34. ZQ

    August 19, 2014 at 4:20 pm

    🙂

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  35. ZQ

    August 19, 2014 at 4:21 pm

    Have you jumped on a table yet? ❤

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  36. Mary

    August 19, 2014 at 5:02 pm

    Ha, not yet! LOL. Waiting for the weekend. Smiles.

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  37. ZQ

    August 19, 2014 at 8:04 pm

    Getting arrested will def put a spark in a writers’ block hehehe

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  38. G L Meisner

    August 20, 2014 at 7:45 am

    Oh yes taking the way home on automatic.

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  39. ZQ

    August 20, 2014 at 8:45 am

    🙂

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  40. ZQ

    August 20, 2014 at 5:09 pm

    Yup! Habits, good or bad!

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  41. ZQ

    August 20, 2014 at 5:10 pm

    🙂 I may now him!

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  42. ZQ

    August 20, 2014 at 5:13 pm

    Yes! Only now at 68 do I know that… and you so fresh and perceptive can alter through your creativity a better understanding of this cacophony 🙂 ❤

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