age 33

time flies

age 33

i was at the corner of imagination and reason
when a joke in a 1934 coupe came tumbling by
he winked, raced the engine, flew into hyper drive
and was never seen for ages
perhaps he’d show on star trek?

i was of the age of playing the lines game in the pavement.
you know, can i miss all the lines in the pavement while i strutted to the store,
suddenly an inkling embraced me, whispered sweet nothings in my ear, before i knew it, i turned heading straight for imagination, the lines didn’t matter,
soon i discovered i was the joker in the car
and now hyper drive handed me age 33.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

thanks margie!

due to confusion about my ink I can only tell you i don't know where it comes from. whoa!

regards,

al

[Alfred Kukitz]

thanks jamie!

i agree but my fun in the write got in the way.

regards,
al

[Alfred Kukitz]

thanks jacob!

in an unhealthy home environment where else can you go?

regards,
al

[barleygirl]

This is definitely the most imaginative way to show instead of tell . . . that old familiar refrain about how quickly the years go by . . . so relatable & yet more like dancing across a spray of stars, you create such a fanciful journey in shorthand. Ah yes, you conjure up our own inklings about what we were doing at that age. I rode my bicycle across the USA at age 32, so I was pretty full of myself back then, too! *wink! wink!* Fondly, Margie

[JamieDarke]

Hi Alfred; Two stanzas filled with quite an overload of descriptive energy. Third line of stanza two is way too long.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

reminds me of hopscotch in NY...trying to land in between the lines...and those fast cars in the city...

imagination was a beautiful thing for kids...i let mine run wild...and glad i did...now life is too real.