Love Sometimes Comes Screaming

Love sometimes comes screaming, eighty miles an hour

Sometimes so quiet you hardly know it’s there

So we keep one eye open just in case

The heart looking both ways before crossing the street

And still sometimes an eighteen wheeler slams into my cautious heart

And I’m barreling down the road

Heading for the state line

Plans and patterns scattering in the rush of wind


She wears a well-worn Yankees cap

Her soft curls swirling out

Escaping like the press of her boot on the pedal

She turns and her eyes blue and ancient as the sea

Hint of laughter and secrets

She talks of the road and the places she’s seen

Her mouth smiles, quietly remembering

Her face youthful, irrepressible

She turns and melts me with the sound of her voice

Rising and falling, a pebble in her stream

My mind tumbles and drifts with the memory

She had asked for the sugar

She said in the South, iced tea came that way

And I said I remembered

Conversation led her to move closer

And she asked a question

I didn’t know at the time but it was no ordinary question

She only asked it a few times

Once to the old man who taught her to drive and then left her his rig

She asked me now

I answered without hesitation and she became quiet

Something like elation and sadness moved across her face

She described to me then the secret room in my soul

The places I go when I sleep

She said an impossible thing

And I made a single text on my phone and left it with the tip

In the cab of the old Peterbilt we made love across Arizona, Utah and Montana

Tall pines and grand canyons

Stark, white crowned Tetons

Love sometimes comes screaming

With a smile and a moan

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Pamela99 6 years ago from United States

I like your poem, the intensity of the relationship as compared to the speeding truck that can't be stopped. Rated up.


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JBeadle 6 years ago from Midwest

A very nice love poem Winsome. I take it that one got away from you?


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attemptedhumour 6 years ago from Australia

Pity you only had a one way ticket but it sounded like an interesting journey. Nicely put together mate. Cheers


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Micky Dee 6 years ago

I never know if I'm in love until I'm told! Great write!


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acaetnna 6 years ago from Guildford

Oh so brilliantly done Winsome, love it.


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lorlie6 6 years ago from Bishop, Ca

It certainly sounds like you enjoyed the ride, dear Winsome! Never stop traveling!

Take good care.


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Green Lotus 6 years ago from Atlanta, GA

As they say "keep on trucking". Great stuff Winsome. Cheers


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Winsome 6 years ago from Southern California by way of Texas Author

Sweet Pamela, thank you. You are right about the intensity and the speed. She loved speed but carried a big load. It was nothing to the Peterbilt, but the passengers--well, that's another story. =:)


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Winsome 6 years ago from Southern California by way of Texas Author

Hey good buddy John, thank you. I wouldn't say "got away," at least not in the Bobby McGee kind of way. We carried each other--her in her 18 wheeler and me with the total approval she'd never known. Sometimes when faced with that kind of love, the deeply hurt run away because they think they don't deserve it. Let's just say the routes run two ways. =:)


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Winsome 6 years ago from Southern California by way of Texas Author

Hey AH, thanks mate, I thought you might enjoy this one. You of all people know that with love there never is a one way ticket. I used to call her the "Green-eyed Whirlwind." One of my favorite songs came out of our time together--the chorus ends with: (starts high and winds down)"There never was a girl like the Green-eyed whirlwind, sighin' in the morning(short pause)Sal-ly." =:)


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Winsome 6 years ago from Southern California by way of Texas Author

Hey Micky, don't worry she would have told you and she'd even let you ride your bike in her air stream. (And I don't mean trailer) Thanks for riding by. =:)


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Winsome 6 years ago from Southern California by way of Texas Author

Hi AC, so glad you stopped by and thank you. Sometimes the best loves you just don't see coming and by the time you catch your breath--well you know. =:)


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Winsome 6 years ago from Southern California by way of Texas Author

You are so right Laurel, that I did. They say that it doesn't matter but I loved her big rig and when I'm riding in my sensible car I always keep an eye out for a well worn Peterbilt with Montana plates. Thank you for coming by. =:)


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Winsome 6 years ago from Southern California by way of Texas Author

Ten four GL, that I will. Thanks so much for coming by and we won't tell anyone about your green eyes. =:)


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De Greek 6 years ago from UK

You are such a truly talented person :-)


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Winsome 6 years ago from Southern California by way of Texas Author

Thank you Dimitri, if by talented you mean bringing you delight or insight it is my very great pleasure to do so. That is how I see your gifts and I am appreciative. =:)


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Christopher Price 6 years ago from Vermont, USA

Ah the heady aroma of love musk with a dollop of diesel.

You're a lucky man to have encountered open arms on the open road.

This was well written. It carried me along smoothly like a road well traveled...remembered in fleeting images and warm memories.

I think I'm bookmark this one and revisit now and again.

Thanks for sharing.

CP


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Hello, hello, 6 years ago from London, UK

A wonderful poem about a unusual topic. Thank you for the joy of reading.


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Winsome 6 years ago from Southern California by way of Texas Author

Hey Chris, nice to see you and thanks. I revisit occasionally myself. When they convert all those monsters to quiet electric sleds I will miss them--for now though it's nice to see those six figure beauties roaring down the road--maybe one with her at the wheel. =:)


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Winsome 6 years ago from Southern California by way of Texas Author

Hello my friend, Hello, a joy to see you as well. Thank you for the kind words--it was fun to write. Unusual? I can picture you driving one of those big rigs. When you do your memoirs it will all come out. =:)


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mysterylady 89 6 years ago from Florida

I particularly like the ending: "Love sometimes comes screaming with a smile and a moan." Did you ever read Erica Jong's "Fear of Flying"? Rated up, of course!


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Winsome 6 years ago from Southern California by way of Texas Author

Greetings M'Lady, Yes I have read enough to know she would have liked the green-eyed whirlwind in the eighteen wheeler.

"Life has no plot. It is by far more interesting than anything you can say about it..."

— Erica Jong (Fear of Flying)

Thank you for your always gracious and interesting comment. =:)


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daydreamer13 5 years ago

Absolutely brilliant poem!


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Winsome 5 years ago from Southern California by way of Texas Author

How nice of you to say so. I had a lot of fun writing it. I enjoyed your "Secret" poem. =:)


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crystolite 5 years ago from Houston TX

Nice poem,keep it up.Well presented.


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Winsome 5 years ago from Southern California by way of Texas Author

Thanks for the encouragement C, I believe I will do more of these kinds of hubs because the others put me out of action in research too long. =:)

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