Convert,
Take a drive
Top down
In mountains.
Radio loud
Songs echo
Off granite
Walls of stone.
Convert,
Expose
Your soul
To every
Season
Sun and ice.
Spring forward.
Fall back.
Convert,
Change state.
Water flows
In One
Direction;
Breathe,
Your vapor
Rises.
Ha, I like the mood of this poem. I love the feeling of driving with music playing LOUD. Would be cool to do this in mountains (which I am NOT near).
ReplyDeleteLast stanza...your vapor rises. Indeed, there is 'conversion' happening inside one's body all the time for sure.
Enjoyed this, Libby.
I like exposing your soul to all the seasons ~ Thanks for sharing your reflections ~
ReplyDeletei like the second stanza too.and when we r down and out...conversion is most necessary.nicely done.
ReplyDeleteI like the way 'convert'means something slightly different each time.
ReplyDeletei like the form of this poem, as if water flowing. and yes, i like "radio loud". :)
ReplyDeleteI'm down with the metaphor. :-)
ReplyDeleteNothing like riding with the top down just wish it would warm up a little :) nice poem Libby
ReplyDeleteNice poem. Love riding with my music loud!!
ReplyDeleteI love the energy and the penetrating sensation of freedom put into words. Beautiful poem. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteNice taut lines to tell us to keep on the move, both literally and in our minds.
ReplyDeleteI want the convertible ride to match all of this inner work and steaming!
ReplyDelete"Expose your soul to every season" - I love it, Libby.
ReplyDeleteSo many connotations of "convert." good to make one ponder.
ReplyDeleteLove this Libby, especially the last stanza--
ReplyDeleteFabulous look at multiple meanings and subtleties. And you string them together so cohesively.
ReplyDeleteLibby,
ReplyDeleteA very nice meander throught the moods of body and soul, listing the influences along the way...Surroundings, music, water mood....
Eileen
so beautiful Libby!
ReplyDeleteI always enjoy multiple meanings, awesome work and awesome poetic jaunt.
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