Racing away, running from the blurry past.
Moments tick in your skull
as the clock on the wall passes you by.
Noise of the rolling train sets the beats
for your throbbing head.
Weary of this present,
weary of this reality.
Escape your eldest life
and dive in to fountain of youth.
The leather jacket is a mask
to hide what's beneath.
Weary traveler,
ride on.
Author notes
Prompt was the image, The Passenger by: Nullermanden.
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt - Closes Tonight by Touchof1der.
525 points, ended April 3, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Very good, it flows smoothly and the images are rich and well penned, a fine write.
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Stark and powerful is the ink spilled ever so gracefully upon this page. I certainly love the direction you have taken the image in. Thank you for sharing this with me and best wishes to you in all of your endeavors. Keep that quill dipped in ink and ever ready for use. Good luck in the contest!
♥ Touchof1der
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