A Race with Satan

Bubbling at the pit of my stomachis a volcanospitting white flamefar into the airI have broken my bodya million timeslike sea waves againstjagged rocksI feel my mindbend at the horizonand spill overinto a crevasseexploding and splinteringinto shards of liquid glasswhich solidify intoobsidian necklacesI yearn for the openness of spacethe open coolness of the oceanas I race with Satanon a highway in hell

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Nordic cloud

17 years ago

Racing and racing the waves

Racing and racing the waves in the blue green fury of hell and high water. You love speed and the splitting of the waters as you sear through it, it must be an exhilerating feeling that I expect I would have loved, if I had been able to do it when young; now I surely would end up, not in the form of a beautiful necklace but in some mangled seaweed dress like a witch from the deep. Good poem Leonard with evocations of things new to me and exciting. Yours Ann of Norway

leonard daranjo

17 years ago

Thank you Ann

I deeply appreciate your reading and commenting. Take care ... Leonard

deelilah

17 years ago

Hello Leonard

It was the title that drew me in. I feel like I am in a race with Satan also, but I'm sticking to my guns, 'running the good race' and my belief that it will be I who reaches the open coolness of the ocean, and not he. Yours, Deelilah