Curdled milk clouds
after-Christmas crowds
zombie skin sky
separated lane divides,
the year is decomposing
and the golden nugget
headlights are fool’s gold,
‘cause this highways no home
and these roads, no jackpots.
© khartless 2021, All Rights Reserved
Finally made it to my destination after a wicked and winding drive down south. Two days behind the wheel, and now I can finally say cheers to all of you.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Glad you made it and are safe and sound. Reminds me of driving in the high country where I used to live. Lots of windy roads, can be dangerous. Cheers, K.
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Thanks, Jeff. It was overcrowded road ways and waxing on and off the interstate. Glad to be still now with no real plans through new year. Thanks for reading and commenting.
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You’re welcome, K. Always. Completely understand. Glad you can now be still and relax. Is nice.
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The roads could lead to a jackpot though!”
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Yes, it’s true, or straight to the poor house, which might not be so bad if they do a generous pour there. 😂
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Boom, boom!
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I like this one; the poem really gets going for me from the 5th line: the startling image of the year decomposing followed by the fool’s gold reference —
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Thanks,
John. Was an inspiring sky and I was lucky to find the fools gold along the way.
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you were but then we poets are often lucky at finding unexpected gems
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Enjoy your stay and Happy New Year!
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I am glad you reached your journey’s end safely. Relax and enjoy. 🙂
I loved the milk curdled clouds and the year decomposing, both brilliant lines. ❌❤❌🙂
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Thank you kindly, Carolyn. Cheers to 2022 around the corner.
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I love this. Every line and image is so sharp and crisp. From the curdled clouds to the decomposing year to the fool’s gold headlights
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