The Driveway

the driveway

She turns on the lamp, listens as cars slow then pass

beyond her driveway. Shadows of a girl and porch window

stretch their story over the graveled lot.

You wonder who’s expected and what has happened.

 

The wind turns silent while the moon shows

its slender jawbone, locked in a lonely stillness

only night understands, perpetuates

by smudging time into long hours of charcoal.

 

 

4 comments

  1. “moon shows

    its slender jawbone, ”

    Wendy,

    I can see that sliver of crescent moon … how beautifully your words show it.

    I love the picture…Your poem heightens the sense of waiting. I sense, too,
    that someone is late.

    “You wonder who’s expected and what has happened.”

    Indeed it is so!

    “locked in a lonely stillness

    only night understands,”

    Those lines match the set of her jaw. You have turned that pose into
    a living, breathing woman who hides her emotions with a defiant tilt
    of the chin.

    So well done and very much enjoyed.

    Thank you,

    Sarah

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  2. These images are captivating: “the moon shows
    its slender jawbone, locked in a lonely stillness” and
    “only night understands, perpetuates
    by smudging time into long hours of charcoal.” I really enjoyed reading this one, several times.
    ptc

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  3. Love that “lonely stillness only night understands”.
    And the moon’s jawbone line…good stuff.

    Much enjoyed.
    take care,
    Kerri

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