Hats off to BigTentPoetry who got me started on this path of Dead Man poetry. Naturally I had to write from the feminine perspective. I am sure the father of Dad Man Poetry, Marvin Bell, won't mind. I am not submitting this for the Big Tent prompt though (I have a second in the works) and am electing to use this, instead, for the Thursday Poet's Rally.
The Dead Woman Poem #1
The dead woman does not grumble when traffic seems to stretch
the distance between her car and her destination.
She rises above the car, the traffic, the grumbling.
She uses the windshields as stepping stones, equal
opportunity Toyota Corolla, Ford Escape, ironic Escalade Hybrid
of glistening garnet red.
The dead woman looks into the faces of the mother and
daughter, ripe from Christmas Shopping.
The Daughter squirms in her seat: bored, listless, filled
with questions she is afraid to ask.
The Mother hears dialogue in her head of disappointments
and dreams unfulfilled until
her mind contorts into prayer, shouting silently to
whatever God will listen.
The dead woman speaks a silent prayer aloud that
only Divinity hears.
The daughter looks into the eyes of the Dead Woman,
seeing her silence in the dark night.
sad yet you pulled it through smartly...
love the image your words drew.
your poem is packed with power and wit.
Happy Rally.
you rock!
Merry Christmas.
Posted by: Jingle | December 16, 2010 at 12:22 PM
You did a terrific job with this dead man poetry thing. When I read the prompt, I felt somehow intimidated by it. Maybe I need to revisit it/study up on it and give it a try. You are a skilled poet, Julie.
Posted by: Victoria | December 16, 2010 at 01:17 PM
I have had those moments with my mom in the car, and you gave a great insight into what my mother could have been thinking. The flow was nice, and I am intrigued by the "dead man poetry" thing. Sounds like something I could look into. You certainly inspired me to try it.
Posted by: Shamika Goddard | December 16, 2010 at 01:23 PM
Nice thoughts, beautiful words
Here’s my poetry
http://ashbeezone.wordpress.com/2010/12/10/love-is/
!! Happy Rally !!
Posted by: Ashish | December 16, 2010 at 01:44 PM
im speechless. Its written in depth! and i lvoe the pictures it draws! check my entry out when u have the time!
http://fearlessdreams.wordpress.com/2010/12/07/realize/
Posted by: Fatima Iqbal | December 16, 2010 at 02:25 PM
That evokes a strong visual. I can see it all happen. I like it!
Posted by: Frayedges.wordpress.com | December 16, 2010 at 04:44 PM
A beautiful poem, its melancholic nature suited my tastes down to a T. Great peice of poetry.
The Lonely Recluse.
Posted by: The Lonely Recluse | December 16, 2010 at 05:01 PM
Great job. These dead people seem like there alive! ..smile..
Posted by: Michael Yost | December 16, 2010 at 05:19 PM
I enjoyed this. The shifts in point of view are engaging. What are we left with is my dark question at the end. Thought provoking - Thanks for sharing.
Posted by: Stillfugue | December 16, 2010 at 08:53 PM
i like the perspective the dead woman allows the reader. that stepping stones of windshields line is an awesome image :)
Posted by: siubhan | December 18, 2010 at 09:10 AM