Hitchhiker on I-94
Her name must be Susan;
regardless, they're all Susans
and I'd like to have picked her up
but she has so many black-eyes
and I'm not sure what's up with that.
Maybe she'd rather fight than switch,
or is it just one abusive relationship after another?
Whatever, she's still beautiful in the sun,
a bit dusty in the breeze of that 18 Wheeler
who blew past her on the side of the road
leaver her shaking in his wake.
Next time, I'll stop,
and indulge in her fading beauty.
I scribbled this out last week while traveling. I don't know why, but this time of the year, I always seem to write poems about flowers. Check out some of my older posts: 2009 Chicory and Lace, 2007 Queen Anne's Revenge. The flower is a Black-eyed Susan.
A pretty flower, for a wild one!
ReplyDeleteVery nice. I shall ponder the metaphor with the warm admiration of summer. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI love the poem. It seems so effortless and pays a real tribute to the lovely black-eyed beauties on the side of the road.
ReplyDeleteQueen Anne's revenge was a great name for that 2007 poem.
Looking out the window now at my geraniums in the breeze...
ReplyDeleteSage............... great thoughts that enhance the pretty Susans!
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice poem, Sage. I love the analogy and the metaphore. Beautiful. :)
ReplyDeleteBuffalo, yes, but all wild flowers are beautiful!
ReplyDeleteColorado Fishing Dude, Thanks, enjoy the sun!
Lynn, Thanks, and thanks for looking at my previous poems
Ron, sounds relaxing
Sleepy Head, thanks.
Leni, thanks.
I love it when words give life to things alive.
ReplyDeletebetter stay away from that one. They say's she's trouble, always moving whichever way the wind is blowing.
ReplyDeleteI had totally forgotten that Rudbeckia was also called Black-eyed Susan. But more important I forgot that they grow wild in the States. They must look magnificent.
ReplyDeletesmiles. fun poem...this time of year i can see why you would write about them...
ReplyDeleteSummer is peak wild flower time, indeed. While I'm taken with their seemingly unkempt beauty, looking at them too long reminds me that the days are growing shorter and eventually they'll leave. That's when spring seems to be interminably far away.
ReplyDeleteCheers.
It is a pleasure to read a poem from you after so long.
ReplyDeleteI like it.
Nice... many of the same Susans here :)
ReplyDeleteReally really nice,
ReplyDeleteJOhn
Nice poem.
ReplyDeleteThere's a local band around here named Black-Eyed Susan. I'm only partly sure I knew that was a flower.
Oh man, I never got it was about a flower until I clicked over from reader.
ReplyDeleteOh, I love this poem! It's perfect...and unique and intriguing all at the same time.
ReplyDeleteJust lovely...I love Black Eyed Susans