Where The Rubber Hits The Road Poem by Norah Tunney
Where The Rubber Hits The Road
I want to be among fleshy,
meaty, messy things,
I want to be human down to
the bloody ground.
To clean out the garage and be
covered in dirt and dust and grime,
and drink beer and smoke cigarettes
till long after bedtime.
To ride a Harley
and feel the wind in my hair,
and be as free as that old lady
singing and dancing in the square.
I want to live fierce and wild
and let go of all disguise-
for Duende will explode
where the rubber hits the road.
A poem of great desire to be free.... To ride a Harley and feel the wind in my hair, and be as free as that old lady singing and dancing in the square. Very exhilarating poem, Norah. Thanks for sharing.
We all have a wild side and sometimes it's just the thing to let oneself go. We must live our lives, not just exist. That's the lovely message i get from this poem that awakens our sleeping souls.
Yes Nosheen most of the time I live a solitary quiet life but now and then I just want to let it rip Thank you for your comment.
Ah! ! The word Duende in action! May we all live life to the point where we don't waste one moment of it, may we find joy where there is joy, wisdom where there is wisdom, and sorrow where there is sorrow. A beautiful captivating glimpse of your soul. 10++++++++++++++++++++++++
Yes Susan there is value in everything we experience however it may feel at times on the surface. Deep down I trust Life has my back. But whatever comes my way I want to be with it fully
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/14/2024 12:19:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A poem that beckons one to the highway and totally immerse oneself into the rebel experience. Love the rumble and roar feeling going with the flow and freedom of a Harley that blows the cobwebs from the soul. Damn...missing the ride and the cigarettes (gave up ages ago but the pull is still there) . Duende is a new word for me although from it's definition I certainly have felt it occasionally :)
The pull I think is always in us- the call of the wild. Loved your response thanks Simone