Drowning World

cars sitting seven deep

at the drive-thru

all out dodging raindrops

five are backed up

at the light on green

blinded by fogged windshields

parking lots teem with

soaked shoppers

and flash-flood rivers

shopping cart are left

to wander and roll free

crashing into wet sheet metal

the world is drowning

and everyone is trying

to stay ahead of the wave


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About John White

I've written off and on my entire life. It took years for me to finally take putting words together seriously. Now it's not, nor does it ever feel, like work. Writing daily has become habitual. No day is complete without words having appeared on the page.

Posted on September 27, 2015, in Poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.

  1. Loved the last 3 lines in which you’ve perfectly captured the sheer uselessness of it all

  2. Reminds of when I was in West Yorkshire and some serious flooding was underway. Weird how when it happens you feel like it will never stop.

  3. Quite a ‘flood’……in reality or metaphorical! πŸ˜‰

  4. Doubled floods, here, in the rain and in the traffic that slowly covers the planet. One day we might wake to find the cars stacked fifteen deep, with no fuel left to make them go, and we’ll be the fish swimming amongst them.

  5. I felt this….through the envisions created from your words, in remembrance of times past..of fogged windshield…It reminds me of a poem I wrote 2005..in its themeTy

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