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Internal ombustion

March 29, 2015
By TheFuzzyPlatypus BRONZE, Fredericksburg, Virginia
TheFuzzyPlatypus BRONZE, Fredericksburg, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
Hold fast to dreams <br /> For if dreams die <br /> Life is a broken-winged bird <br /> That cannot fly. <br /> Hold fast to dreams <br /> For when dreams go <br /> Life is a barren field <br /> Frozen with snow. <br /> --Langston Hughes


Clouds run down your face with the ease of an ocean wave on a warm summer night

Tear hit the floor with the pounding of your father's hammer on the nail that won't budge

Laughter is stalled with the silence of a thousand crickets who lost their pins

Hearts beat in rhythm like the symphony you played when the sun went away

Hands interlaced like the strings on a peg held tight by lyrical harmony

Wishes for hate held back by a dam of blood stained bricks

Eyes closed with the trust of a promise bound by love

Hope lost in a second like a child in a maze piled high with curiosity

The life of a dream woken by a warning for dawn is in sight

Torture as if that was the only way to see through lies of last minute innocence

Cares washed away like a spill of wine on your mother's white carpet that soon becomes an unforgettable imperfection

Rain falls like the wounded dragon in the tale of heroes and sacrifice

It starts slowly like falling asleep Christmas night, knowing the surprise to come

Then your eyes start to sting and your feet falter

Is this what it feels like to fall apart

One seam at a time

Perhaps this is what it feel like to drop from the sky

The downside to internal combustion 


The author's comments:

I wrote this poem for an opening called First Friday at a studio where I took writing classes. I was given the picture of a small felt dragon that a local artist created and told to write a poem about it. The dragon was holding a miniature book titled "Internal Combustion." I was not sure how to go about writing on that topic, for I was not framiliar with the concept of internal combustion. I decided to go with metaphors and talk about falling apart, as in you cannot handle the stress and so you break down.


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