Thursday, December 8, 2011

Flash Fiction 55: 12/9/11 New Directives

"Going Comic 
with a lighter touch"

Demands I turn from lessons
sketched carefully in pencil
on my drawing board.

After two days
of zooming toward
a horizontal vanishing point, 

"Divert! Abort!"
skid, slide, reverse
along a fast curve-

*Whew* everything rounds out
Cheek, nose, hair
eyes and mouth;
   
relax into smiles
of an adrenalin surge!


                                   


7 comments:

Brian Miller said...

smiles...its all about surviving those turns you know...smiles.

G-Man said...

I'm not quite sure I'm following here Izzy..
Sorry!
Are you drawing something?
Driving somewhere?
But I'm sure the poets can follow this.
Thanks for playing though
Have a Kick Ass Week-End

Alice Audrey said...

LOL, whewhhh!!! What a ride!

Eric 'Bubba' Alder said...

Nothing like a sudden change of plans to throw you off your game - but at least you came out smiling! :)

TALON said...

Sounds like a seriously fun ride, izzy! :)

KB said...

Life's all about enjoying the ride.

Lydia said...

Crazy great poem, and a bit of a puzzler. My mind sees the life force of a particular drawing as it helps the artist to create it.