The Treadmill

Kurt Philip Behm

Slowing down the motor,

running low on gas

 

The lies, the HOV lane,

the truth off in the grass

 

The speed counterproductive,

it warps and then transforms

 

The magic in the stillness,

the beauty heaven born

 

The light becomes a blurring,

as darkness settles in

 

Till stepping off the madness,

and travelling within

 

That fatal rush to judgment,

   a quiet now sustains

 

One choice to stop the treadmill,

—all motion rearranged

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 14th, 2017 09:45
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  • Kurt Philip Behm

    Pure muscle in that car (and in your words). My best friend had a
    'Dodge Super Bee' back in the 70's that we went WAY too fast in.

    Thanks as always.

    Kurt

  • MendedFences27

    Life in the fast lane can be terribly hectic, it's time to "slow down", to get off "the treadmill," and live life to its fullest, before that "final rush." That's what I got reading this. Beautifully presented. - Phil A.

  • Augustus

    We are missing the magic and stepping off into madness unless we are careful. There is One choice. Nice.



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