Crickets in Glass Major

How would "Blinking" work? That's having sparked this nightmarish poem would seem a very good basis for entitling it that. I also like "Cricket Choirs Sing" though...

Well it may have been triggered by flashbacks to your boys' accident Ronda but for me this also operates down at other levels about doomed relationships or any ambitions that have crashed and burned. Loved the poem though and its varied images as well as the atmospheric noise created by your crickets and bullfrogs. I can see the title is something of a challenge. Initially I thought of "Road rage" but that gives away the possibility of a crash. Then i thought of "black snake" as an image of the dangers of the tarmac, then bearing in mind the Crickets and bullfrogs and other orchestrated noises I thought of "Ashphalt symphony" or perhaps better "Ashphalt concerto". Just some off the cuff ideas. Keith

first off let me say I thought the poem was very good..vivid images.. the tire spinning I can still see and hear.. Where crickets sing..... was my first thought on a title.. hope all is well... Richard

"headlights illuminate promises along miles of nowhere roads" I dont have a title unfortunately but I do have a comment...the above stanza is incredible. I love it...

Promises, either broken, or illuminated because you have promises in the poem twice and I feel it hits a chord from the heart?? anyway liked your poem it brought me there!

"perhaps waiting for a queue, the bullfrogs never give...." - Their music was interrupted. Kind of gives the hint that the music won't last, but doesn't give away the reasons why. Just my $0.02 Hope the boys and you are doing well. ~Jess ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Johnny was a chemist's son, but Johnny is no more. What Johnny thought was H2O, was really H2SO4."

Hi Ronda, I was in an accident in high school my G/F sister almost died. She went out through the wind shield then came back in and it caught her neck. She is fine now not to worry and she has a family and all is good. But that night she was bleeding to death rather fast and I took off my wrestling jacket (a letter jacket) to try and help the bleeding. So in my brainstorm about your tilte this is what popped up in my mind. I know ya won't use it although it really gives no clue to the end and maybe not fair relating your poem to my life but it may hopefully give you an idea of your own if you still don't have one. Maybe think of what was in the car ??? Good luck, Mark

If Ronda does not use your idea - which I am arguing for, I've got some because, well, titles have become my favourite part of writing poetry. Here are some ideas in no particular order ***************************** Crickets in Glass Major Retrospect What Moonlight Captured An Interrupted Symphony Bullfrogs and Bends, A study ***************************** With my preference being Crickets in Glass Major because it doesn't make any sense until you've read the poem. Jonathan Annoying the world, one person at a time (Group discounts available)

When my heart knows a bend Oh I gotta stop lol

A bit of philology in you eh? ::smiles:: Mark

Hi Ronda, why not "cacophany" given all the varied noises in your poem. Just a thought? Keith

Look at all the vanity plates you can and have someone write them down. When you get home string parts of them together and come up with names ;) This is what JRR Tolkien did to come up with most or all his words and names only he used the words on railroad cars lol Mark

The title works for me and the whole poem is beautiful. After a tough day this is a pleasure to read. I like these lines glass shatters - millions of glistening crystals suspended caught in a ray of errant moonlight Thank you for taking me somewhere special with this gorgeous poem. Kaz It's impossible to smile on the outside without feeling better on the inside.

it's a great poem,but sorry for the way it came about.wishing you all the best. Lacy, Where power corrupts,poetry cleanses.

this is a minimalist delivery of the fragility of existence, delivered with a quiet bang of sorts. ":one bend/and a lifetime disappears..." i know how painfully personal this is for you and fortunately things turned out a little better than in thepoem. these kind of events can be most unwelcome existential wake up calls for all of us. i like the title, though i think something a little more directly related to traffic might work better--a cacophony these things are, though, indeed. great job!

This is a great poem - it encourages the reader to engage all senses with sights, sounds, textures, smells, and even the taste of a warm eve's damp air. I adored the ending - the flashing red light - signally a stop, but allowing you to use your judgement to keep going anyway. I have no criticism to offer - I think you did a fantastic job editing this down into a masterful poem!

Love the new title! ~Jess ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ~ "Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself, where the hell is the ceiling??"

The title is very cool :) Mark