In November I was approached by a blogger who said “i’ve discovered in my writing that a photo is an amazing tool to inspire creativity”. the author of Every Photo Tells A Story asked to use one of my photographs to inspire writers.
I thought I would share the subsequent poem, spurred by this image of mine:
Lights flash orange, the wind whips
like a mothers wrathful tongue,
coming here I thought I could reconcile
but here I cry out in pain as memories
eat me from the inside.
I pedal faster, littering tears along
a frozen sidewalk, I wonder what
the impact of flesh and steel would feel like,
pondering thoughts I continue…lights.
Why do they follow me? I have done nothing wrong,
is it wrong to want to live, to laugh
Music fills my ears,
I am slipping away once more,
it is a steady beat with an upbeat vocal,
she soothes my fiery temper, my temperature drops.
“Take it slow, take it easy”
I hum its simple tune.
Returning to delirium I am sane
as I watch the passing people
from my rotting bench, the dedication plaque
has been unreadable for years.
Lights overhead and below,
forever searching, leaning into a tight corner
I grasp tightly the rubber of my handlebars,
narrowing my eyes I visualize brilliance and cunning.
The sound barrier shatters
as someone laughs inside my head
and rain falls from the parched ground,
I straighten body and bike,
pedaling faster…orange lights flash
as I come to realize the feeling
of flesh and metal meeting.
By: Sarah Copeland