Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Road Rage


(An Acrostic)

Ridiculous behaviour! Thoughtless and obscene!
Only an idiot would rage, if you know what I mean.
As though we can't cooperate and use the roads together
Decently taking heed of special needs and tricky weather.
Rude gestures never ever help they only make us mad
As for fights, there's not a one that isn't really bad!
Get wise, you drivers! Learn to share the only roads we've got!
Ending as a statistic doesn't help an awful lot!


I am not prone to nightmares but one lingers in my mind,
It involves being with people and being left behind.
As a child there were always railings that inhabited my dream;
I touched a railing, stuck to it and couldn't even scream.
And my mother and her friend just kept on walking on and on!
They didn't even look around to see where I had gone!
And the scream I made was in my head; I didn't make a sound,
And there was nothing I could do to make them look around.
I remember my mother chatting with her usual animation,
With absolutely no concern for my dreadful situation.
I can't remember how it ended; I suppose I just awoke
And, in the morning sunlight the whole thing seemed a joke.
This photograph has captured the nightmare I recall.
That sense of being Left Behind that can assail us all.


Especially for Mike and Joy, two people I know look-in regularly. We performed 'Tiddly Pom' again yesterday evening, for a Church Group. This was the first time since last February. Unfortunately, I forgot to hand-over my camera to someone in the audience to take pictures, so I just took a few while we were having snacks afterwards. It was a very successful evening.

Here is Joy herself, with our mutual friend, Jill.

Here we have Yvonne, Pam and Shirley, with another Pam at far right. The jazzy-looking one is still dressed as the Chief Bridesmaid.

This photo is hopelessly out of focus but I quite like it of Malcolm and me.


Roger Owen Green said...

hate, hate road rage, and your acrostic was well done
ROG, ABC Wednesday team

Maryhocam said...

I need to show my Mum your poem about road rage. She is 84 years young and suffers dreadfully from this disease.

Kay L. Davies said...

Super acrostic, Brenda. I agree, there's no point in ending up as a statistic just because another driver did something silly.
I know about those dreams wherein we can't make a sound. Very scary. I always wake up exhausted after one of those.
— K

Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel

Meryl said...

I loved your road rage! I can so relate, being a New Yorker.