This week’s poem written pre-search for inspirational music; verse this time inspiring the melody sought…
[to listen with Favela’s “Future Visions”:]
The world’s a blur, just beyond the glass
living beings & objects without anima
catch the eye before whizzing past.
Our bodies bend and our bodies sway
as this speeding caterpillar rides each curve,
landscape disappearing: bales of hay
in dewy fields, still ponds – snapshot images of serene ducks,
and zenned-out swans – with postcard villages
paused in ocular time permitted, as fickle luck
would have it, before horizon urban (given that our heads
were but a moment before bent, eyes down to read).
Each of these is a gift of hind- and foresight lent
by a traveller’s undertaking and passionate desire
to go from place to place, to journey on from questionable past
towards those unknown, intoxicating, future fires.
[Copyright N R Nolan © 2015]