Even arthropod eyes hurtling down airborne highways cannot register strings of spectral hues one in two chances for the miniscule to slipstream between or else a weighty rage against sticky bonds and the gravitational pull of the grave but headway is not always safe passage we blunder overboard, plunge from heights without a safety net
Am with Real Toads in the Imaginary Garden today for the Flash 55 PLUS ‘Space‘
One feels strongly here that the safety net can be a web, a wonderful metaphor–thanks. k.
with tensile strength to catch, to hold or let slip through the spaces – thank you K
This is quite lovely ….
lovely comment Helen 🙂
What a superb poem, Laura. I felt my imagination expanding and contraction under the guidance of your words.
great commeny Kerry – you’ve summed up what words are for beyond the day to day
“headway is not always safe passage” !! We do fool ourselves often, don’t we.
indeed – the trap of freedom!
“the gravitational pull of the grave’ really nice and this: “but headway is not always safe passage”
thank you – that first one popped up from the deep!
I just love your last stanza.
thank you – that is the other side of the net Mary 😉
Startling, and a bit disturbing.
am afraid the existentialist/fatalist tends to see things that way!
The imagery of the first one is like a painting by munch… so many wrong turns of the road
What an imaginative comparison – thank you. That road has been guided by an inadequate sat nav!