Grand PrixA Poem by Luke KadinopoulosDug this out of a journal from 2005, written after a trip to Hockenheim.
The lights go out.
Fog horns sound. A sea of red, yellow, blue and black turns To face the onrushing storm. Not one, but twenty horse-powered hurricanes Surge forward. A wave of noise, A wall of sound Disintegrates Into smaller images of the whole. Each one's path and life span dictated by the kinetic energy within. Some sail serene across the jet-black stream. Some fade and falter, as if not yet begun. Yet others recklessly break and surge, In attempt to turn the flow in their favour. A rising-falling tide reacts to every move With passions raging high. And now the gods in caves of steel Grant reprieve to waning winds, A chance again to roar. But all storms must end and with its end success's effervescent kiss Touches those whose chance came now to shine And receive thundr'ous recognition From yellow, blue, red or black. The tide recedes Carrying flotsam and jetsam Of typhoon's recent passage. Nations' sails fluttering on gusts of jubilation and regret. Above a distant shore The air is calm, But heavy. Dark clouds are gathering.....
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1 Review Added on October 3, 2012 Last Updated on October 16, 2012 AuthorLuke KadinopoulosParis, FranceAboutHi I'm Luke and the inspiration for my writing comes from the wonderful, enlightening, frustrating, heartbreaking, yet beautiful moments that all lives and life itself, has to offer. I usually try to .. more..Writing
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