Andante
Many lives have quick moves
of savage rhythms as the samba
or rock’n roll.
On others fits better the tempo of the blues
or the tango cruel fascination.
At least, bolero’s tenderness.
At such speed,
for the good or the worse,
as no selective sponges
they can register all subtleties
too much faint, hermetic or brisk
to the senses of hurried people.
One may suffer, learning or wondering
despite the risk
of overcharging heart and mind
becoming crazy.
I’m working hard to
nothing can turn the knob
that speeds up or slows the beat
and rhythms on me better fit.
That's my unique karmic job.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
