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Traffic Light Traffic Light The angels sit atop the trees with a light in each hand, red and green, stop and go, like a traffic light of insanity. On green, it can surge into some unknowing… Or stop cold at red. As the eyes descend, the trees broaden through blinking bulbs and hanging elves that jangle on artificial limbs. Down, down, down, to the various-sized Christmas tins, all closed for the red lights. Then without warning: green light. The tins wobble, jump and dance as the lids loosen, and fly off through the trees, crashing, smashing into our insane condition that forces us to search and probe beyond the glare of our gods. |
Additional Notes:
I'm not sure what exactly I meant to convey here, but decided to put it up to find out how it looks to others.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Ellen A. Morris On Date: 2003-10-05 18:55:07
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.50000
C., now this is a strange one. The first thing that strikes me is Christmas traffic, both cars on the streets and people in the stores. It seems like it just gets worse each year in the sense that people have lost the courtesy they used to show each around Christmas, and I think your poem presents this vividly, even down the Christmas decorations on the streets and in the stores even before Thanksgiving now. A very perceptive poem and quite timely. Excellent images blend all of the above together. Good Going.
Ellen