"The time has come," the Walrus said, "to talk of other things!" I don't know why Lewis Carrol is running through my head at the moment, but I suspect is has something to do with looking down the rabbit hole that is bike racing this morning. It sorta makes you feel like Alice, in a way, with all of the strangeness that surrounds a bike race.
But regardless of all that, it's time for a poem, so let's get started, shall we?
I sing the Body eclectic,
a fascinating rhythm of different parts
all working in congress,
a fluidity of tumbling-blocks,
turning over each other again and again -
a cacophanous melody.
One aim in many directions,
many paths, all chosen,
all traveled, all explored -
the creation of one picture,
as though a stained glass of many colors.
Such is this I recall,
that of many, there shall be one,
and that one shall be true,
free,
constant,
sincere,
Good.
And until it becomes that way,
I will sing all the more loudly.
Thanks for reading,
The Fat Kid
1 comment:
This is a fun poem! There is a lot of great imagery and word play here, even if the meaning isn't as pointed as previous efforts. It feels less...rooted in the concrete, but has all the more charm for it.
I wonder why you use the dash twice? Would the line break not carry the same connotation, or is the break supposed to be more severe?
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