Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Tuesday Poem: An appreciation of action soundtracks in suburbia.



The car is
carrying an orchestra
out
on a mission.

Excitement tumbles by
on the beach
on the beleaguered wharf
                                    in the air -
even the birds find new purpose
        as they      strike
into the clouds

eyes peeled
in wonder
as even the sea is
ruffled,
nervous,
opaque,
unsure             
with impending danger.

Across the harbour
buildings
hide
behind cloud,
planes disappear
and  reappear
as we drive                 
in time
to heroically  
face
                          danger

every vital
second
                       until the   
 final triumphant overtones
transport us
                         all the way               
                                          to                 
                                             Wellington. 
A.J. Ponder
Wellington








2 comments:

  1. Alicia, I like the experimentation with the form of the poem on the page, fitting it to the 'action' of the words.

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  2. Cheers, I had fun writing it with ...dun da da dun da de da... running through my brain :)

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