Reading 8 - Niagara
Niagara
Amongst the poetry and romance and the young adventurer image,
Is the dazzle and surprise of sudden twist and turn to delight and thrill;
The dynamite to blow clean away all the choking trivia,
And create the fresh open space,
That allows soul to breathe free,
And clasp at last what is really-true;
An exquisite prose poem,
Of dizzying double-images,
And frantic full-frontal embraces,
All-on-edge and out-of-breath,
Charged with anxiety and exhilaration,
At the possibilities opening-up,
In a fearful trembling earthquake;
A run-rushing crescendo,
Foaming and frothing in a Niagara of cool misty sprays.
Sparkling like delinquent diamonds,
In the intoxicating imagery of a poet.
Whose only excuse is his youth;
Like the most glorious of all wild feelings,
The wind blowing through my hair,
That conjures up images of Andean mountain peaks,
And sharp frosty air.
Amongst the poetry and romance and the young adventurer image,
Is the dazzle and surprise of sudden twist and turn to delight and thrill;
The dynamite to blow clean away all the choking trivia,
And create the fresh open space,
That allows soul to breathe free,
And clasp at last what is really-true;
An exquisite prose poem,
Of dizzying double-images,
And frantic full-frontal embraces,
All-on-edge and out-of-breath,
Charged with anxiety and exhilaration,
At the possibilities opening-up,
In a fearful trembling earthquake;
A run-rushing crescendo,
Foaming and frothing in a Niagara of cool misty sprays.
Sparkling like delinquent diamonds,
In the intoxicating imagery of a poet.
Whose only excuse is his youth;
Like the most glorious of all wild feelings,
The wind blowing through my hair,
That conjures up images of Andean mountain peaks,
And sharp frosty air.
