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Heat rose from the pavement
Rolling across her face
Sweltering along the boulevard
Striding at a pace

She strove and strove and strove
To be part of the race
Only to grind to a halt
And hide her face in disgrace.

The heat rose from the pavement
But she surveyed the world
With a heart grown cold
Sweat streaming down in rivers
But blocks of ice in her soul
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SW-User
it feels like a different take on the Tortoise and the Hare fable, but it leaves me wondering, who are we racing.. really?

lovely poem. :)
Nat15 · F
@SW-User I seem to be racing everyone. Even when I don't want to. Can't help it.

Thanks for the compliment. When I was writing it, it sounded good, but now I feel like the last stanza is crap. It just destroys the rhythm. :/
SW-User
@Nat15 I didn't even notice that until you've mentioned it. imho, it seems fine. there's an internal rhythm there, so no, I don't think it's crap or that it destroys anything.

if you feel the need to edit, let it come naturally, by itself, and sometimes it does, other times, a poem will remain the way it is and that's fine, too, cause it's honest and real. :)
Nat15 · F
@SW-User there is nothing but honesty in that poem. Nothing.
ozgirl512 · 26-30, F
@Nat15 there is only one person in life we should race ... And that person is our own expectations .. And she is indeed a cruel jockey who enjoys the sting of the whip ... Nat, if those are your feelings than let them stand .. I enjoyed it :)
Nat15 · F
@ozgirl512 I know you're right but I run and run after other people. Hoping to be as good. Hoping to be as popular. Hoping to be as loved.

It's a disease for me.
ozgirl512 · 26-30, F
@Nat15 it's a disease we all often suffer from ... Let me slip into mother role ( it won't take long :) and tell you two things ... The first is when you see other people who you're trying to be as good as, you are not seeing the whole truth ... Just the public face and your imagination fills in the blanks ... Do yourself a favour and Google the poem Richard Cory and read it... It's only short and shows in fast better word what I mean :)
The second thing is look at the feedback you get here from your writings ... Is it not mostly positive and treating you seriously as a writer?

I can think of no better compliment :)