The-Man-in-the-Wind - Hello Poetry

Behind the wheel you will soon sit Eager, nervous and confused, To operate the many controls Will tax your multi-tasking. Review the mirrors, shoulder check Set the revs and find the bite, Release the hand-brake and move away, All without a bunny hop. And once you've first done that basic skill You'll do it again, and again, and again Until without thought you can make it go. Then we will get into second gear.

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Sep 3, 2015

Sep 3, 2015 at 7:48 PM UTC

The-Man-in-the-Wind

The Driving Lesson

Behind the wheel you will soon sit Eager, nervous and confused, To operate the many controls Will tax your multi-tasking. Review the mirrors, shoulder check Set the revs and find the bite, Release the hand-brake and move away, All without a bunny hop. And once you've first done that basic skill You'll do it again, and again, and again Until without thought you can make it go. Then we will get into second gear.

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The summer leaves As autumn leaves Begin their bronzing change, And the midday sun Has now begun To exit this once idyllic stage. The quiet mornings Crowded only with buntings Become louder and more coarse, As bescarfed children who were once at play Commence their scholarly chores. And so the memories Gained during warm days Fade into a sepia hue, But what remains In the shortening days Is that darling, I love you.

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Aug 31, 2015

Aug 31, 2015 at 7:13 PM UTC

The-Man-in-the-Wind

Summer to Autumn

The summer leaves As autumn leaves Begin their bronzing change, And the midday sun Has now begun To exit this once idyllic stage. The quiet mornings Crowded only with buntings Become louder and more coarse, As bescarfed children who were once at play Commence their scholarly chores. And so the memories Gained during warm days Fade into a sepia hue, But what remains In the shortening days Is that darling, I love you.

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Aug 25, 2015

Aug 25, 2015 at 8:59 PM UTC

The-Man-in-the-Wind

Near bedtime

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The rain drops land on the dark window pane, And are frozen into diamonds scattered on a black felt baize, By the room's yellow reflection. I watch the few that break free, run, downwards, Tracing irregular paths past their cohort Until they vanish, behind the cold grey alloy finishing line. In this silence, occasionally broken by the sound of rolling rubber on wet Tarmac I read of villains and heroes in futures and in pasts. And once again, As my breathing becomes shallow and my pulse becomes slow, I put the cap on another day, without you.

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Aug 24, 2015

Aug 24, 2015 at 7:01 PM UTC

The-Man-in-the-Wind

Midnight Solitude

The rain drops land on the dark window pane, And are frozen into diamonds scattered on a black felt baize, By the room's yellow reflection. I watch the few that break free, run, downwards, Tracing irregular paths past their cohort Until they vanish, behind the cold grey alloy finishing line. In this silence, occasionally broken by the sound of rolling rubber on wet Tarmac I read of villains and heroes in futures and in pasts. And once again, As my breathing becomes shallow and my pulse becomes slow, I put the cap on another day, without you.

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Sunlight fills your skies. Those of us found at your East, Dream you in darkness.

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Aug 23, 2015

Aug 23, 2015 at 8:56 PM UTC

The-Man-in-the-Wind

Nightfall

Sunlight fills your skies. Those of us found at your East, Dream you in darkness.

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