- Dec 29, 2004
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Poetry isn't really my thing-- but if you would take a look at these and give me some honest feedback, I'd appreciate it.
Youth
The earth filled with the sun's new vitality,
my hands grasp the wheel.
The beauty of a slightly potholed road lay before me.
The liberating wheels meet the miraging pavement;
a foreign self emerges, my own person;
a beloved stranger.
The palpitation of my heart to the bass;
the brush of air dancing the grass,
magical music.
The horizon whispers threats of cubicles;
but the green, golden with life, conceals it from view.
I turn up the radio and there is only the road.
Present concerns are of only today;
and though it be ephemeral,
it burns with passionate breath into my memory.
It is only I and this narrow road,
embraced in the arms of the towering oaks.
The road stretches eternally before me,
although I know an end exists.
The faint hum persists on the horizon;
as I begin to appreciate selective hearing.
The wheels revolve;
golden vitality glistens off eyes of youthful blue.
And the road, a dear friend, continues.
Youth
The earth filled with the sun's new vitality,
my hands grasp the wheel.
The beauty of a slightly potholed road lay before me.
The liberating wheels meet the miraging pavement;
a foreign self emerges, my own person;
a beloved stranger.
The palpitation of my heart to the bass;
the brush of air dancing the grass,
magical music.
The horizon whispers threats of cubicles;
but the green, golden with life, conceals it from view.
I turn up the radio and there is only the road.
Present concerns are of only today;
and though it be ephemeral,
it burns with passionate breath into my memory.
It is only I and this narrow road,
embraced in the arms of the towering oaks.
The road stretches eternally before me,
although I know an end exists.
The faint hum persists on the horizon;
as I begin to appreciate selective hearing.
The wheels revolve;
golden vitality glistens off eyes of youthful blue.
And the road, a dear friend, continues.
