the wheel you hold steady
slight turns beneath dim light
autopilot, automatic
monatomic, subatomic
me...
rehearsing lines out the
power window shut in
with ten fingers rustling about
eyes lose focus
refocus
lost focus.
slight smile of no
interpretation
an evanescent silence
lacing my neck
soft sounds, heavy breathing
going sixty
down a two-way stretch.
asking myself,
am i..
happy?
no
as certain satifaction
drifts along the border lines
rely on a two-way pump
to keep me breathing.
and i'll survive with that.
Author notes
yes. there is bliss in solitude.
A contest entry
- The Bliss of Solitude by Pamela A Lamppa.
3500 points, ended March 25, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
how could i improve this?
Comments
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Wow. This is hard and fast and visual. It is always a pleasure when I see wonderful verse from young writers. Your ideas and observations of inner exploration are impeccable.
It is wonderful to have poetry of this caliber in my contest. Thank you so much for your entry and best of luck in the judging. ~Pamela
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I can relate to this poem and I like the way it flows alot. Good solid freeverse. Writes like this are a pleasure to read
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I agree with a lot of the statements. I really am not good at reviewing poems but one thing that I really thought stood out with this one was the breaks and pacing.
"asking myself,
am i..
happy?
no"
Really simple yet really meaningful and the way it is broken up is really effective.
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