Sevenling (half a year) *
Half a year past 84, lost
in thought, driving just under
40 at the top of I-95.
Around the bend, over the
hill, there’s no destination left
that isn’t beside the point.
His cruise control failing.
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Writers’ Pantry #83
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* Not familiar with the Sevenling form? You can read all about it HERE.
Fair Warning: Addictive
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Scrambled, Not Fried 
You do sevenlings very proud, Ron.
❤
David
Yes, you take the sevenling to a new level. This is brilliantly done.
Lost in thought. I appreciate his pensive mood
Good Sunday
Much❤love
I feel like that a lot these days!
From Florida to Maine on the I 95 — trust the remote and try to survive. Somehow your poem seemed the beginning of a country song! Good sevenling!
A cruising sevenling! Keep on cruising. 🙂
Such a familiar mood…
Long drives can sometimes have us contemplating the deeper stuff. Though at any age, it’s always best to focus on the journey rather than destination.
OUCH!
(Well done – hits home – hits memories of years-ago life with daily commutes up/down I95 in Florida – I’m a lucky survivor – appreciate the reminder to monitor my inner cruise control regardless of whereabouts!)
a very clever poem, i guess at 84 you’ve seen just about everything. enjoyed very much
You really use the form well–the images shine and the form seems to take a back seat–all good in my book
your deft use of the sevenling!
somehow, i find a sense of loneliness and sadness in your poem.
Love the failing cruise control …. mine’s waning! Great Sevenling …..
No cruise control lasts forever, I guess. Which, of course, is unfortunate.