The Motions Poem by Anitah Muwanguzi
The Motions
We had the blues, heard their chant. They enchanted
the screaming taillights, and the break lights so harsh in their glare
What a lovely surprise! The dawn
the sun's burnished gold brilliance came shocking and bruising
the fusion of red
no need for arithmetic here
my head explodes with the aftermaths
Being as it is, I heed no warnings in preference for my blindside
Much more fun that way
A lovely poem with beautiful diction. Enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
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5/10/2024 5:51:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow! 10 points. Ratnakar thanks for the lovely thoughts.