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
Alicia, I like the experimentation with the form of the poem on the page, fitting it to the 'action' of the words.
ReplyDeleteCheers, I had fun writing it with ...dun da da dun da de da... running through my brain :)
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