Madness In An Open Red Sportscar Poem by Diana van den Berg

Out on the open road of life,
the shouting wind and sand that stings,
- denied to those who do not hear
the call of Life to love and live -
cut caress, intoxicate
and sing in unison with Soul
to fight the vital fight with joy.

Alone and free, a power that lives
and grows to boundless heights,
commands, cajoles, exhilarates
to run the risk of meeting Death
in ecstasy of speed.

Ignore the dullards of your time
who crave for you their humdrum
lives of practicality.
Fear and beauty, joy and pain
cry and call to them in vain,
but all that they are apt to gain
is age and sanity.

1970