Along the highway
lay the rollercoaster hills—
just a turn away.
My little car flies—
with four-cylinder zeal, her
exhaust wafts the road.
A few unknowns die
here every year, but they
aren’t the real deal—
or they’d still be here,
with the wind in their wheels and
their foot on the gas.
Rollercoaster Hills
-
Ray Trivedi
Is this poem suggesting that if someone dies on that road, they don't deserve to be here? Death = undeserving, ergo, we are all undeserving since we'll all die?
Once again i think this airborne Rhyming machine is present again.
Example:aren’t the real deal—
or they’d still be here..
I wonder if this was done with intent
Its a good poem very fast lane; Excuse the pun. I have nothing against rhyme i have merely noticed it occuring more than usual within poems on here.Personaly i think it's a good thing a small element.
I wonder what you think Bombadil
Tom.
Example:aren’t the real deal—
or they’d still be here..
I wonder if this was done with intent
Its a good poem very fast lane; Excuse the pun. I have nothing against rhyme i have merely noticed it occuring more than usual within poems on here.Personaly i think it's a good thing a small element.
I wonder what you think Bombadil
Tom.
Imagination is more important than knowledge,knowledge is limited imagination encircles the world.
0 - 4 verses in 20 seconds and no wheel spin.
Fast, short and to the point - one I can agree with (although I like Ray's interpretation just as well).
A bit unsure about 'real deal' on the first read, but it fits here. I suppose (nearly) every cliche has its place.
It reminds me of something else - I've racked my brain-cell, but to no avail.... ah well.
cheers
Fast, short and to the point - one I can agree with (although I like Ray's interpretation just as well).
A bit unsure about 'real deal' on the first read, but it fits here. I suppose (nearly) every cliche has its place.
It reminds me of something else - I've racked my brain-cell, but to no avail.... ah well.
cheers
