Locked Out
 

By: Amy Aumick 2004

Sitting on a curb
On the Trail
Listening to the buzz
Of traffic as it rolls by.
Waiting for the locksmith
To open up my car.
Wearing daisy dukes
And some knee high boots.
Hoping that the
Working Ladies
Switching, bewitching
Don't confuse me for one of them.
Early, the sun just risen
Chill of Florida mossy mornings
Not yet humid or
100 degrees
Sizzling, melting me.
A busted CD glints rainbows
Against my pen.
A couple sits aside waiting
For something cool to happen.
She reading the news,
Black newsprint
Convoluding her fingertips
With images of War
And dead babies in Iraq.
He, sipping coffee, yawning,
Looks over to her.
Their lips moving
In cadence to the
Rumbly sounds of work trucks.
Tires spinning
Red ants moving, streaming
Along the concrete.
I am sitting in their path
Watching side to side
As I write.
Hoping they don't bite
As they wind their way
Around stubby cigarette butts
And my coffee cup.
Lifting my behind
Like some giant drawbridge
To let them pass by.
Flicking one away
Just for fun.
Mortally wounding a small one
Just because I can.
The lady in waiting,
Now bored with human tragedy,
Turns to the comics
To read commentary
By the late Charles Schultz,
Doonesbury, Garfield and
Family Circle.
She smiles, though not at me.
I am invisible here,
In dark glasses
Sipping, scratching, looking
Like some junkie with
Wild curls strung out around
My face.
Morning, I am mourning
A lost life
Stuck in the ignition
Like my lost set of keys.
But the bay doors open and
A New Day dawns.

Poetry is a wide open area where many participate in it. There are many fields. You are a natural at your own unique field.

Aimee, what a picture you have painted in words. Outstanding. I love how you ended it. Sort of hits you between the eyes. Nice, nice work!

Thank you Torn...
And Kerri. I have only been writing about emotions this past year, but to paint pictures with words is also an important aspect of the poet's responsibility...To show our world in a twisted light of truth as only one unique personlity can see it.

Well said, Aimee!

I love it Aimee!! And the last line is my favorite.

Aim aside from the deep stuff you have written ya, know what i can relate to this one too, :D The Wating For The Locksmith To Unlock My Car, HaHaHa, I Dont Know About the Dasiy Dukes HaHa, The World When You See Back And Look At It They Look Like Cartoons, :D

:clap: :clap: Beautiful poem Amy!! It's like I could see it all in my mind as the world passed by!

Great observation, and then just to put it into such a good poem! Awesome job Aimee.