Sunday, December 28, 2008

At the Corner of the Year

The day is trapped in amber, a reflection
of traffic lights, half-changed from green to red.
The line of cars down at the intersection
exhausting clouds of steam, won't move ahead
like pages on a calendar, unflipped,
with pictures that we're tired of. Time's a gate
with frozen hinge, a clock whose gears are stripped
and will not mesh, a stoplight stuck on WAIT.

We can't get traction on the cindered slush
that fills the street. No torsion-bar suspension
can work against this time that's held in tension,
the last few days in old December's clutch.
Transmission slips, the engine's out of gear
and idling at the corner of the year.

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Linda Jacobs said...

You've done it again! What a wonderful sonnet! The rhyme, the rhythm, the unique word combinations. Love it all!

Raven said...

Beautifully written and what a wonderful analogy for the movement (or non-movement of time). Wonderful poem.

gautami tripathy said...

You truly write wonderful sonnets!

guts wrench out..

SweetTalkingGuy said...

Clever insight, and as ever, written to form!

sister AE said...

I like that idea "idling at the corner of the year"

maekitso said...

Hiya Tiel. I thoroughly enjoyed this. Hope '09 is good to you. Cheers.