Best Slipstream Poems
One’s Own Slipstream
by Odin Roark
Movement frozen
Knows of risks in waiting.
Three lanes,
Seven lanes,
Life’s autobahn,
Always beckoning,
Seduction to follow.
Isn't that what it's all about?
Starting way back…
A grade school playground,
Force takes power.
To stay on side lines,
Failure.
The longing to steer into the "follow" lane,
Surge to the power's fast lane,
Grab the pull,
The bully in front,
Breaking resistance,
Its girth of momentum unstoppable.
You glimpse for the first time…Free rides,
No risk,
Cocooned safety.
School yards,
I-Hop revisits,
GPA encroachment,
Graduation,
Freedom,
Pedal to the metal.
"The World is a Vampire"
You know not,
Not yet.
The interview
The job
The greater pull,
Fast lane in view,
Entrance ramp available.
Quintessential speed…yes.
Follow the leader,
Rise to the top,
Meet the power,
Meet the future spouse,
Ah,
The speed,
The even greater pull,
The free ride really looks free.
Perpetual hang-overs follow…
The grind,
The history,
The babies,
The promotions,
The divorces,
The...
The...
Finally the peace…
The return,
The dirt roads,
The two wheeled bike,
The ruts,
The flats,
The...
The...
Discovering one’s own slipstream,
Nirvana.
"The Slipstream Captures"
He speaks of donuts
I see right
through the (w)hole left...
Left side
window wide open
one eye on you
the other opines on
strange stars that pulsate
and the nebulous horizon
empathy rests
right side of mind's bed
everyone dreams of Nirvana
what is Left?
Beginnings
always commence
with an End
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
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Beginning.
"Don't Give Up" / Gabriel, Bush
https://youtu.be/VjEq-r2agqc
End.
"Why?"/ Lennox
https://youtu.be/FYFUqxypkbA
Slipstream.
noun.
1. a current of air or water driven back by a revolving propeller or jet engine.
2. an assisting force regarded as drawing something along behind something else
verb
3.follow closely behind another vehicle, travelling in its slipstream and awaiting an opportunity to overtake.
Empathy.
Beginning.
End.
Inhaling of you
A flight into the slipstream
Impending hazardous ascension
Defenseless to her will
I ensue my spirits decree
Once unwaveringly level
Constant and serene arrow
Perpetual steady evolution
Petrified of my altitude
Until you sang to me
No rationale guiding untamed
A pungent hurricane forming
With an effortless zeal
Subduing my heavenly refuge
In precarious currents
Holding my eyes you control
My capricious whims
Of illogical passions
Sending me to freefall
From dizzying heights
When procuring skyward passage
Forlorn flight my strategy
Our spark a troubled consequence
An opportune panorama heated
We are spirit becoming one
Uninhibited hearts respite
Glassed horizons shatter away
Ascending to heights unexplored
I shall pursue eternally
To a rapture created by us
Deep meaning
I cannot say
Deep streaming
Showing me..
My way
The four winds
I saw in my dream
Showing me..
My way
Slipstream
An outstretched hand
Passing by
Slipstream
Invisible in a blue sky
Tumbling over and over
Passing by,
caught me
Threw me up high
Where do you go?
I cannot say
Slipstream
Showing me..
My way
A grain of sand,
passing by
An outstretched hand
Threw me up high
I cannot always dream
I cannot say
Show me...
My way
Slipstream
The earth below fades to a distant haze,
As I ascend beyond the rush of days.
I catch the current, seamless, cool, and strong,
Where skyward rivers pull my path along.
I stretch my wings and tilt into the bend,
Where draft and motion effortlessly blend.
To ride the rushing wind is pure delight—
A boundless devotion to the gift of flight.
No friction drags, no gravity can hold,
As endless skies of sapphire blue unfold.
I love the freedom in this weightless stream,
Forever soaring high inside the dream.