Subscribe to Blog via Email

Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 80 other subscribers

Pictures of a string bean,
Race horse legs
Awkward in youth,
Transformed by movement
Into the power of
Young adulthood.
The mirror does not
Match the mind,
Advancing time
Marching with gravity
Into the earth,
The ease and freedom
Captured,
A bird caged.
Desire outpaces reality,
Much like the stories
You tell from your
Armchair.
Had we realized the
Rate of acceleration,
We would have
Raced the wind
More often.

Categories: Poetry