Dark Poetry #3 |
Drive slow, clouds |
bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
A poem from early this year. I was contemplating what would happen if, instead of staying on the road, I drove off a hill to roll to the street below. (a tad depressed then) Mike Drive slow, clouds Drive slow, here. Quiet down to the view. The valley sprawls itself, building through the sky. The pale white blue, a brown and stilling storm. Immerse and emerged. Without wet insides. Drive slow, clouds. Slide into the city. Just on through that rail. Just on through that silver rail. Small rocks can tumble with us. We can watch the glass' tincture. They can find us in the street. They might not understand. Drive slow, down. We can make it to the bottom. You and me, let's crash. Let's roll over and over again. |
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DewDropRoses Junior Member
since 2002-09-18
Posts 20WV |
Very interesting Mike. Nicely done. - Amy Marie - |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
self destruction and the pull..almost what appears to be beauty at the moment it is felt... troubling in its truth... revealing in its capture of that moment. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thank you, Amy. Ron, yes, there was a time when I wanted to join that beauty... Mike |
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Moon Dust
since 1999-06-11
Posts 2177Skelmersdale, UK |
been there, and you said it well If your afraid of the dark, then why did you come? |
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anonymousfemale Member Elite
since 2000-02-02
Posts 2797Limbo |
quote: That part I really connected with. People often do not understand the deepest feelings within us until they themselves experience it. You've written about this well. I'm impressed. Thanks for the read. ~AF~ "No wonder I do not make people comfortable. I am a mirror. I have far too many things to say." - Mouthing the Words |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
the weightlessness of seconds that swell to eternity but the surreal meets the real eventually I love this poem b |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
This is a rather curious poem. On the one hand you present a nice view of the valley, and then you go on and get up close and personal with the valley by crossing through the guardrail. It's almost humourous. In any case, it's something interesting that I've not seen before. "If history is to change, let it change. If the world is to be destroyed, so be it. If my fate is to die, I must simply laugh" |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thanks, everyone. And yes, f7, the idea of driving a car off a hill is sorta curious, I suppose. |
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