So Cainnum said I should write poetry, and I guess that combined with having to write for my class got my creative juices flowing, and tonight my brain hatched this out. I feel slightly embarrassed cause poetry's for girls and sensitive guys, and I'm not really either. As a matter of fact, I kinda feel like a pansy right now, so I better post this fast before I change my mind. Then I gotta go hit something. Hard. And maybe I'll scratch my ass or something for good measure.
Sensation
My hair falls softly on my face
as night lays lightly on me
and caresses me with hands of wind.
The headlights reveal
just what they wish
while the music swirls around me
telling me I'm free falling
or am I the good girl,
with a broken heart?
On the right the telephone poles
speak to me of reason and logic
while on the left the trees
yell about chaos and nature.
The yellow dashes
keep time.
No time for thought now
I tell them.
Soon I will be back
in the world of decisions
and mindfulness.
Now is the time
for being.
6 comments:
yay! i'm so happy! very very good for a beginning poem. it made me feel, which is exactly what poetry is supposed to do. it's painting with words. i love it!
Thank you. Painting IS my forte!
I like it. It has a sort of playful depth surrounded by lovely imagery.
aw, shucks. *blushes*
I thought it was great....beginning poem my a**...I think everyone thinks in poetry every now and then and nothing is really a beginning....more a middle of expression. Good job!
Aw, thanks! I'm so glad every one likes it! I have written poetry before. . .in high school. Which was like 50 years ago. So, ya know. I'd like to thank all the little people, who made this possible, and my *music starts playing.*
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