Monday, January 24, 2011

Not So Fast

Not a quick step
Confident
Resounding on the hardwood floor
To let them
To let myself
Hear the movement forward

Not a rocket
Shooting off
Inspired
On fire
Turning out the pages
Faster than I can count

Not the NASCAR racer
Tearing up the track
Passing all
As if they were
Standing still
Watching in awe
As I pass

No
Much as I would like it
My toes are only inching forward
Wheels turning slowly
A snail
Leaving a perfect trail
Of neatly ordered
Slowly formed
Through intense pressure
Stones

Perhaps someday
It'll be a diamond

8 comments:

  1. There never has been a single optimum speed. We all must get there as best we can.

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  2. We all have a pace and we each move at the pace we know is right for us. Shakes if you need an objective eye...

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  3. I think you alredy are... a DIAMOND

    Great poem, Sh.!!!

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  4. It's hard to be patient. But forward is a good direction, no matter what the speed.

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  5. And so the poem or story is written
    one word at a time.

    A nice reflection, thanks! :-)

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  6. My current life, exactly--but much more elegantly put than I would have.

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  7. A beautiful metaphor comparing yourself to the making of a diamond rather then a 'diamond in the rough'. nice use of onomatopoeia and rhythm throughout the poem.

    joanny

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