Drunk Driver

Ann of Norway At first glance. This flows beautifully there is only one verse where in your confusion of emotions, perhaps, you left the flow for me in this verse:- "He drove along humming a tune suddenly the car went out of control.........is this a wee bit long? He felt a bump, saw some blood “Jesus”, he sighed, in turmoil Peering over the bonnet of his car a young girl lay on the street Beside the girl was her pet dog it lay dead at the little girl’s feet." Anyway a good tale, not a pleasant one, but well thought out I look forward to further reading of it Rosina, how you dwell on the sadness of society, I would like you to write one for me on the joy of something positive soon, am I being hard? I know you have it there bubbling underneath a joy that is finding it hard to get out and dance in the life we have. Forgive me the audacity its only because I love you . Ann

Ann of Norway Oh I HAD TO COME in here straight away, your final remark in your comment to me!! Oh do not underestimate your own worth, Joe keeps telling me that too, you are YOU and no one in the world would wish YOU to be anyone else but YOU, and as such you see in your own particular way and its every bit worth as anyone elses poems. Not to compare, but I met a woman in Telemark, Aslaug, she was not specially well educated but her heart was so beautiful, plus I found she wrote poetry, it was simple everyday things about her own expreineces of life and also of nature; I felt and saw that she had really looked into the 'soul' of nature, if one can say that! This made me enjoy her company on her terms. She unfortunately was also a Jehovah's Witness, which, if you know my views was ......!!! to say the least. So she agreed never to mention anything about that, I could not have been her friend if she had. I am editing her poetry now and will print some books of it for her family. She became very dear to me, we met often over coffee or lunch in her house and had many hilarious discussions too, so now I miss her, it will not be the same to enter her town and go past her house, but the poems live on and they are so personal and full of love, that they will be her spirit communicating with us who still survive. P.S. She played the songs of Moira Kerr every day and loved them, so my sister and I brought to her final years(89) some joy of life that her family were surprised we could, they only said she complained about her health all the time, whereas she was a creative thinker in her own manner and it only needed a little prompting to wake her mind up to enjoy life in another manner. I trapsed to "Folkemusikk" competitions with her, and in spite of her hard of hearing she insisted we hear to the end being 98 hrs. at the theatre to do so. So keep writing about whatever you wish Rosina, you have your own way of putting things,, you are unique, as we all are, individual and we are all different, thank goodness, or the world would be a boring place wouldn't it. Love to you and your creativity, may it blossom as it has so far, you have become better and better at it, I too feel that I have done the same, its a question of attitude and dedication, such intentions always bring us rewards. No? Ann.

This is a beautifully written poem. Though it's very sad and reminds me of some experiences in my past, I really enjoyed reading it. Good job Danielle.

What a terrific narration you give, starting with the man at a party and ending with him in prison. It flowed very easily. Admirable write. Your frizzy haired friend, Jhena

Your poem is one thats lived the world over everyday unfortunately ... now Ann opened the door I am going to walk through ... huni one day I would love to see you apply the joy you see in the simple things around you in words ... I have often thought you write so sadly and there are many writers that write like that ... but I see a light in you wanting so hard to shine but scared too ... the love you have for your rats ... or the compassion you show for animals I would love to read that in your poetry ... forgive me for being so bold ... and who I am to tell you what to write ?... but I said awhile ago that we aint see nothing from you yet ... when you can tap into the sunny side of you ... damn girl your glare will blind us all just my humble opinion love and biggest hugs JayCee Quote:- It is a thousand times better to have common sense without education than to have education without common sense.---Robert Green Ingersoll

Very beautiful, and yet again you have made people think! I love your poetry it's alive because the things you write are real, and have happened. shirley harison

Dear X., I felt this one more sharply than most because my Dad and 16 year old brother were killed by a drunk driver ( I was 18 months at the time). It changes everything from that second forward for everyone involved. Our circumstances were a bit different, but the outcome was the same. I told you before that you have way of taking difficult things and putting them to verse. It is your gift don't be regretful life isn't all valetines and chocolate. Someone has to speak the hard things too. Great job! P.

highlight the ordinary in this country now laws are changing in who serves alcohol at gatherings and stiff fines and charges are at least being tried to aleviate the suffering and bring responsibility towards the effects and affects of drinking and yet time served and good behaviour is returning people to society again some seek help and others remain in the obsession and sadly either they harm or in doing their own harm harm others three young lives recent for one and first time offence and he made bail possible to see his freedom again when he is returned there is so much revenue on tax on alcohol legally sold like cigarettes but your poem merely states the sadness and loss of potential for all I wonder how the others at the party felt too but who would have wanted to stop the character or would have attempted to get him in the cab and the poor child and pet I like your poem very much for its sensitivity about this topic thank You~ Esker..

I see a happy ending in this poem. Not happy in that a little girl was dead but happy in that a guilty man stood up and took responsibility. That happens very seldom here in Chicago. My wife and I were visiting England and we were amazed that the news stations appealed to the conscience of such a driver over the air. Here in Chicago that would have little appeal. Chicago is a great place to live. Just stay off the streets.

good write suggestion, write us one about zak that'll give ann of the northern lights some more light 'cos we love you lol judy

You have done a really fabulous job with this poem which is prevalent the world over. In my country, I wish there were tougher laws to deal with it. Always, Cat

Ann of Norway Well except the idiots but they are firmly dealt with, no one even sips a tiny bit, we abstain. I did tell of a man who was visiting someone and he got dead drunk, so as he was bout to jump into his huge expensive car (he was a government rep. too!!!!) I said to him quietly, shall I drive you home and he seemed to understand enough to let me, then when we got there I was idiot enough not to take out the keys as he got back in and drove off at a terrifying rate into the blackness of night, I have no idea what happened to him then, he lived as I saw him again, but I so regretted that I hadn't confiscated his keys. It was a whopper of a car so he would have made a big dent in anything and anyone in the way, but as it was the early hours of the morning perhaps he was lucky not to meet anyone!!! Love again Rosina, Ann

Unfortunately this is sad reality that people experience on daily basis. Very great narration though. What seperate you from the rest is - you write from the heart, and that's what makes you the best because feelings cannot lie or pretend. I really admire writers/poets who get in touch with their feeling in their writing. Have you ever considered publishing your work? Love, Moloko