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Hot Rod Poetry
by Chris Sorrenti
Stripped down to bare essentials
smooth lines - image injected
speeding readers’ eyes down the page
takes breath away
as it races through the mind
Says no more than it has to
nothing less than what it should
clearly a winner
as souls wave their checkered flags
© 1998
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01/23/2014 Posted on 01/23/2014
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/23/14 at 07:27 PM This reminds me of one of ee cummings poems. I'm not at home now so I can't give you the title. If I can remember when I'll get home in March I'll have to look it up and send it to you. Cute write Chris. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 01/24/14 at 08:53 PM Fun read. Great analogy! Concise but full of meaning. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/04/14 at 02:17 PM I think you've penned a winner here Chris. I could easily see Mario Andretti at the helm of this ode which is burning rubber in the soul. |
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