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Headlong
by Siri LipscombHeadlong into darkness
Her hair is blowing wild
She pushes throttles forward
Laughing like a child
The water is her comfort
Like remembering the womb
The water is her stalker
A dark providential tomb
The water is her tempter
It sings her siren’s carol
The messages it sends her
Cast an omen of her peril
Can’t see nothing out there
He says with fearful eye
That’s good she howls and races on
Toward line between lake and sky
If you see anything but blackness
Tell me right away
I’ll make a slight adjustment
And we’ll see the light of day
He watches her pound the water
With her 90’s water weapon
Daring the lake to take her down
Even when storm clouds threaten
She taunts it, she loves it
She overrides the fear
She waits to get the clarion call
And have it all come clear
09/11/2003 Author's Note: No moon no wind no waves no boundaries, and still no escape from the gaping hole in my consciousness
Posted on 09/12/2003
Copyright © 2025 Siri Lipscomb
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by JD Clay on 09/15/03 at 12:37 PM You have captured a amazing forcefulness in your recreation of an adventure of wreckless abandon and obvious release. Just you against the elements, with you in control of a massive source of energy, in the face of fate. I like the way you have overcome adversity in your powerful and emotional filled poem. Charge on!
Peace... |
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