Day 7 - Slam Idol O.W.C.
Posted by Will on March 2nd, 2007 filed in Project-002Ok, the current version of the poem takes an odd turn of events.
Totally off the highway and into the forrest, people…literally.
I’m excited about where this is going. I’m definitely writing this poem for the fun and without any competition in mind.
32 Degrees and 64 Questions
This is not the best time to be
Contemplating the meaning of life
It’s 32 degrees out and the earth
Is frozen beneath my feet andThis weight on my shoulders is pressing
Pressing me down
Pressing me forward
Worrying me deepRed gas can in hand and
Black wool cap pulled over my ears to
Block out the cold nipping at my lobes
To block out the sounds of my thoughts
To block out the questions in my mind
On whyAnd the chill in the air
Fails to take the heat
The heat the burns in my soul
And like the pilot flame
On a flame thrower
It waitsAgainst the sound of 18 wheelers
Family vans and
The sounds of my boots crunching
Snow and gravel
Comes the gentle, bubbling trickle
Of a fresh winter streamAnd with one glance I froze
There at the side of the road
At the bottom of a slight hill
At the edge of a small stream
Stood a large white rabbitHe stood with the stature of
A medium built man with
Long, tall ears and
The right one stereotyplically bentHis eyes large, bright and pink
Stared at me and
On his buck teeth
I detected a slight smileAnd with his eyes fixed upon me
I saw his body turning to his right
I saw his arms slowly raise and
His knees slowly bend
To runWith one swift movement I
Dropped my gas can, I
Dropped every worry on my mind
Dropped every burden that could hold me back
And ranIn a leap and bound
I was over the guardrail
Sliding down the hill
Towards the icy cold streamAnd with a squat and a pounce
The rabbit was running…running
Running like a….
Thought phrases to be integrated in upcoming lines:
leaping and bounding through the forrest as i chased after him
quick zigs and zags
ducking and jumping
slight belly pooch or pouch
Ahh…the fun of it….

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