Stop. Turn around. Run up the stairs.
Search. Find I-Pod. Run down the stairs.
and step outside...
To give life a soundtrack is art
slip on my headphones: peace.
search, select, synchronize step
Tuned out from the chaos, or-
tune into the alternate world..
my step becomes a metronome
everyone else's: percussion
arms swishing, guitar srum
their voices have meshed with the bass
and the wind is singing, i kiss the lipless
so i smile..
the day becomes new slang
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I'm glad you found your I-Pod in the tornado alley that is your room! ;) Doesn't this fantastic poem make you want to keep it clean so you can always find your I-Pod and have poetry dripping off your fingertips?
ReplyDeleteI love it. Your step IS the metronome; your smile is where beauty meets the beat.
You are on my soundtrack. I like to tune into your alternate world and put it on loop.
You are my art. Which makes me amazing if you think about it. You make me smile.
I love you.
Wow, great poem. You are your mother's daughter. You're both amazing to me.
ReplyDeleteDahdabah! Nicely done :) I especially love the last lines. Duh :)
ReplyDeleteNever clean your room! Unlike mom, I understood what really drove this poem. It wouldn't have been as poetic if it was easy to find! XD