Friday, October 7, 2011

This poem needs work, but who has the time?

In the dash, in the plunge,
in the gallop and the lunge,
what is lost, abandoned, or betrayed?
Can we cling to the past,
lashed like sailors to the mast
while the hurricane of progress
If we artists do our part,
depicting visions of the heart,
will we slow the pace of time
with our images and rhymes?
What happens if we relinquish
this crusade?


violet said...

Diane, this has such a fun rhythm. And it rhymes. It's different than your usual, but I enjoyed. And the modern reality it expresses is so true.

Diane Walker said...

Thanks! This one was fun to write...