Adrenaline Rush

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Nothing provides a rush of adrenaline quite like love...

ADRENALINE RUSH

Words of love tumble like Niagara

from heavenly heights, a thunderous roar

of metaphor, simile, rhythm and rhyme,

a wondrous sight, vision to behold…

only to be carried along some eternal river

of the soul about which tales are told

but no one ever goes for fear the unknown

prove too much, poetry alone no match

for a frantic tide of mixed emotion, devotion

to themes of love, desire, need, drawing

crocodiles to feed, swallow us whole who dare

take a chance on our dreams; instead, we act

the sightseeing tourist snapping for the album,

keeping a diary of nature’s unsubtle cut

and thrust, mocking the foibles of humanity

with such sheer profanity that we hear old gods

laugh, call out names (meant to provoke us

to take action?) as we but watch in awe, give

Imagination its due, soaked in the spray

of an elixir of youth, testament to the truth

of our inhibitions if we but care to admit,

rise above, meet the death defying challenges

of life and (most of all) love’s finer glory,

the, oh, but never ending story of a waterfall
bringing our senses into full play

Copyright R. N. Taber 2005; 2010

[Note:This poem has been slightly revised since it last appeared on the blog under the title 'Adrenaline' and in A Feeling for the Quickness of Time by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2005.]