Low Flame in the Slow Lane

Cherry

By Jane Hyphen

Wed, 26 Apr 2017
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I’m a low flame

In the slow lane

Slow flowing

Brain wader

Thoughts coming

Fleet, fading

Breaking up and going

Few words to say

Hushed

Just enough  

To keep the heat

Soft glowing

All seeing, watching

Them in the fast lane

Full tanks, loose reins

Blind speed, flame throwing

Light chasing, life

Sewn up, tight sewing

Silent - quiet knowing

I’m ape, loose seams

Gaping open

Choking on my pipe dream

What - what’s it all about?

Blow on me

I’m going out

 

 

Certificate U
Poem

Comments

Submitted by celticman on

a mix and match of a person, I guess we are all on that gas. 

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Crack open another canister celticman, it's a Wednesday and it's bloody freezing x

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

This made me think how them in the fast lane can crash out (which was on my mind in my 'Merry-go-round' poem about the circus IP this week), and also 'A bruised reed he will not break, and a smouldering wick he will not snuff out' about Jesus' gentleness with the weak and faltering. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thanks Rhiannon, I must catch up and reed (read) your Merry-go-round poem, they crash because they can't see what's around them I guess.

Many thanks for the cherries too smiley