Steering Precision Poem by karen sinclair
Steering Precision
For years I've hugged a dream
Not a very lady-like one
But then again
Who said, I am a lady?
Not me!
I want a pile of rustic junk
A few bicycles
A perambulator
A pile of wood
Nails plus aged string
So that I may finally set about
Creating
My favourite thing!
There is no need for long drawn out plans
Blueprint, mentally stored
Dare I say?
Yes! I'm good with my hands
The item of my affection
My ultimate dream
Building a go-cart for deep gradient.....
Screams
Of joy, exhilaration
Still on the back burner
But anticipation
With dogged OCD
Knowing myself and the core of
me
One day when I'm even older
than I already am
I'll relish the disassembling
Of one ancient pram
To create my most desired of
visions
A go-cart with side brakes
And steering precision
How could anyone not be struck with the joy of wonder upon reading this poem! Fantastic!
Simple in its profoundity and profound in its simplicity. A wonderful way to make something magnificent with the mondane. Well done my friend!
Crash an burn, but go out like a shooting star down that slope, fearless and when the death wobbles come hang on for grim death and if living to tell the tale become a legend. What a great dream at any age.
A strange fancy! But if you are so obsessed about it, why wait to make it at a time when you grow older than you are? At a later stage, a ride down a deep gradient might become risky! An interesting write!
nice one karen.nice memories, i built a few from the scraps you mention, it was as good as an f1 to me then, tfs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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With dogged OCD Knowing myself and the core of me.... a thought provoking poem! a go cart to scream! Nice!