John Lawless Poet Free verse

The Un-Slug

Hidden between the valleys
of his mundane life
oozed a seeping river
a wearisome wandering
unfocused vision
of tedium,
an incongruous rift
lazing amid the taciturn hum
spinning at turtle speed
tempting the idle grass
to ripple.
He ached to feel
the earth move
beneath his slimy girth,
to know the rush of speed,
the awe of going - too fast
being unable to stop,
the joy of having to say
“excuse me – comin’ thru”,
to be the - “UN-slug”.
A deep breath
a lonely exhale
the all too often plea
“Hey, wait for me.”
fell upon the silence
of his mundane life.


John G. Lawless
©11/2/2018

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Carolyn Devonshire November 4, 2018 at 12:08 PM Sometimes people wish they could break free of the things that hold them back. I took this as an allegory, John, and it's meaning is quite compelling. Well done! Hugs, Carolyn John Lawless November 5, 2018 at 6:54 AM Well taken Carolyn. Allegorical nuances tend to creep into my writing as I age...or mature....or.....whatever....thanks for stopping to read and comment.