▲ 4 r/OCPoetry
Promised Land
Scattered across the highways
Built by broken honest men
Crisscrossing cracks and fissures
Weathered blacktop pavement
The ramblers come a rolling
Chasing lightning down the stretch
Its fickle visage calling
Craze-eyed strangers heaven bent
Each flash a clash no thunder brings
No raucous roar to hear
Save for the steady thrum of engines
Rattle clutches, shifting gears
Deadeye to the horizon
Prophets’ promise flickers fast
Speeders hang their faith on motion
Willing God that it can last
Haven’t written poetry since high school but was listening to Springsteen and thinking about a friend’s crisis of faith and this came out. Chat give it straight, can we rhyme in poems these days or is it not en vogue?
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