Dangerous Driving

  Come, let's go for a ride
  Tonight
  Through prepositions and conjunctions skillfully weaving,
  Of the rules for the construction of sentences quite unheeding,
  To drive past their restraining hand - audauciously daring,
  Trusting with poetic licence that the charge will be sparing.

  To take both hands off the metric,
  To reach over and switch on the rhetoric,
  So loud as to drown out the insistent whine,
  Of the prude's angry siren to keep to the beats of the line.

  To turn the simple into the complex, and compound the complex,
  Till against the road block of expression all our sharpened reflex,
  To fly right over it, of the clause the other side
  Honest invincible meaning, hardly shaken for the ride.

  Cutting corners with metaphors,
  Taking tongue twisters too fast
  Bending to pick up phrases and idioms
  On horrified wayside similes to cast.

  To go bumping over a smattering of slangs,
  And eulogizing the slope
  To stop precariously at the edge of creation
  Hardly daring to even hope.

  That I can gently back my car
  Into the right track
  Where only gentle euphemisms and riding rhythms
  But its true! I am back!

  Till quietly slowing down, with a punctuation and a pause
  Come to a final halt in front of Verse's house
  To lean over and share a moment of ecstasy,
  To still be well and alive - and very glad to be!

~Glory Sasikala~