Creative Traditional:

[Malekelm]

Graduation

We wore the feeling
Like an inside-out t-shirt
Certain as courage
With a kind of swag
Only kids could channel--
Which is exactly what we were
--Spell cast under the scent
Of menthol cigarettes,
And the frequency of
A thousand engines
All rolling together
Here, on the i94
We came close
To absolution--
Racing down
A fine line
Of never-ending
That appeared
To blend into
An amalgam of motion
And suspension—
Floating fast—
Toward nothing—
As always, as ever…
Storm--chasers
In foreign cities
Where radio 95.5
Looses reception
And with it, the rest
Of everything we know
Gives way to the static
In our minds
And a kind of solace
Is born as we bask
In the clarity of
Simply being lost

There are no words
Just the heavy
Conversation
Of our silences
That say too much
Or too little, or just enough
And that was our recipe
For goodbye.

[MsJacquiiC]

The Following Text Is Quoted:

Originally Posted by Malekelm

Storm--chasers
In foreign cities
Where radio 95.5
Looses reception
And with it, the rest
Of everything we know
Gives way to the static
In our minds
And a kind of solace
Is born as we bask
In the clarity of
Simply being lost

Riveting read this one. Love the quoted above - so fast-paced and effortless. Leads beautifully to the culmination, otherwise called "recipe for goodbye"

Brilliant piece of poetry indeed made for a riveting read. Thanks for the sharing

J.