Riding through Kansas
Turning off the radio
I turn my attention to the river of blacktop
Snaking across the prairie
Its course runs through the twilight colored plains
Western horizon is tinged with the last light of sunset
As the black night sky pours over the vastness
And the constellations begin making their journey
Through red and green blinking lights
Of the cell towers of Babel
That desecrate the once endless view
And bar the vision
of forever.
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Love the imagery this invokes, beautiful piece.
Great imagery Kathleen – We are dealing with power line intrusion up here and I can almost relate.
As a child, I used to love the power pylons in the plains – it made me feel that civilization was never too far away from that rather intimidating emptiness and vast openness. But I suppose things have gone too far now and that sense of infinite space is starting to get hemmed in. Perfectly described here.
I do love road trips and bask in the scenery like the one you just painted ~ It must have been quite a night ~
And I do hate those towers and power lines ~
I read this poem a few times, and each time it impressed me more. I thought of the ‘cell phone towers of babel’ and the play on words as well….so much babble carried by those towers. And then I thought of things that interrupt the vastness on long western trips, and I thought about those fields of windmills one sees now. Useful but ugly…as are cell towers. Indeed in recent times so much has desecrated what once was an endless view.
really nice, took us right along so perfectly. Great share. Thanks for stopping by
Thanks – but as I read it again, I realize how the first line is almost quaint – who listens to the radio any more – lol! Thanks for the interesting prompt – I so appreciate your time – K
the cell towers of Babel…wow what a reference drop there…smiles…love the visual out there on the road…hey i am right there…traveling home…after doing the communion service at church today…i remember similar on my way home last year after seeing you on vacation…long expanses with no one but my fam and the stars….
how lovely to preach a communion service – I sometimes miss church – ahhh well – I love those long stretches of road too – Bob and I love to travel cross country- safe journey, my friend. K
it’s funny how just one single tower or landmark stops our eyes and somehow narrows the view… it must be a beautiful landscape where you’re living kathleen
I think the same about what you must see out your window, Claudia – one of the reasons I love your poetry so – takes me to river sides and cafes and train stations – that I will only experience thru your lovely words – thank you for that – K
Wonderful writing, Kathleen…I am right there with you.
Thanks, John – it was one of the things that struck me most driving across the plains last year. A few years ago, it seemed you could see forever – now, your eye is stopped by the endless towers and windmills. Seems to have closed us in somehow. Thanks always for your kindness and friendship! K