Full of momentum
Intoxicated on summer's sunshine
No respect for the rain
I need to stop suddenly
Can't do it gently
Slam on the breaks
And drift eloquently
In slow motion...
I aquaplane
Danger in beauty
Beauty in wisdom
Bones fracture brilliantly
Like light in prisms
No room for logic
Slow motion gliding
Common sense hiding...
Cataclysm
Palace of wisdom?
If I live, leave me bleeding
Sucking moist air
With blood, hair and glass
Wrapped around my face
Whiplash with no headrest
Leave me crippled
And crumpled...
Another rusted ruin
At the side of the road to excess...
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Author:
Syd (
Offline) - Published: September 14th, 2018 13:35
- Comment from author about the poem: Influenced by William Blake
- Category: Unclassified
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An intriguing read Syd - - I love the way you wind words around to obtain the flow of momentum -- and a last line to sigh for which gives the reason for risk-taking - - as "the road to excess" - a brilliant write.
Hi Faye, thank you so much. I'm glad you enjoyed this one.
- Syd
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