SilverA Poem by chrisA poem about a journey that happens again and again and again
The stillness of it all.
Yet I glide along on a silver serpent. Again pulling me from and towards home. The faces around me, the minds wired to multiple digital worlds, not their own. 'Observe!' I scream internally. There were no more cards left to play. Buy-to-rent signs invade my view of skyscrapers. Graffiti is sprinkled like a condiment: An acquired taste. The warp-speed moment: zoosh. Their expressions are gleefully glum and disturbingly satisfied; Grateful gremlins. What is wrong with standing still? Something, everything. Surely they cannot think: 'Ho hum this is it'. You are not my final destination. This is not out final destination. © 2012 chris |
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Added on March 21, 2012 Last Updated on March 21, 2012 AuthorchrisPorto, PortugalAboutI am currently teaching English and ToK (Philosophy) at an international school. I have done professional acting and I am creative within music, writing and acting. I have started to write a young adu.. more..Writing
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