Pointing the way forward, they leap
Ahead, svelte and smelted, not of lead
But purer metal, dainty wrought instead
Of poured in pig-like moulds, asleep.
The engine wakes from slumber deep
A spark of life within the heart
Roars to a start, and takes those ladies
Out upon their way. The day is short
Such Time is dearly bought
The road ahead is wide, and free.
It will not always be.
A contest entry
- Flying Ladies by ea.
700 points, ended February 21, 4 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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very nice i love it keep up the great work...
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Sensuous imagery
A lively image, as well as a sad end.
Congrats on Silver
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Nicely taken in a surprising direction!
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Nice write with a feeling of freedom and the open road.
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The day is short
Such Time is dearly bought
The road ahead is wide, and free.
It will not always be.
For some reason, my empathy button is pressed by these lines. I read and re-read. And I love 'svelte and smelted' - all in all, a thoroughly good read. Thank you x
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Excellent
A very fine write, indeed. A very good metaphor for life. Thanks for sharing this one with us. Again, well done.
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I love this! I wasn't too sure about the opening stanza, but then the poem "roared to life" in brilliant fashion and the concluding line is a killer.
Impressed.
Bill
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This is excellent - just what I was hoping for, though I had no idea what that might be, really, until I read this. It seems to come from the era of the flying ladies in that we already know that the road ahead is not so wide and certainly not free anymore. I like the mention of the technical details such as the moulds and the sound of the auto roaring to a start to take the ladies away - it's a little risque, as well it should be, like ee cummings' famous poem about that, She Being Brand. Great entry, thank you very much.
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