August 7, 2015 / 1 comment

Boot Hot Full Of Lead

No return dirt road to destination,

Over-taking blindly ‘round the bend.

Fists clenched with trepidation,

Snaking ‘long toothpick hairpins.

Ascending, descending,

Hugging the perilous descent.

Got a deadline expirin’ in his head,

Atop a Bolivian boot hot full of lead.

About the author

ellenthetallone

Free-spirited lover of music, travel, independence, adventures, bargain hunting and languages with a forever erratic body clock. I started exploring the art of poetry when I spent three weeks off the radar in Cuba. Detached from society. Disconnected from technology. Just my thoughts and I. I continued to write on my journey around South America, each poem accompanied by a photo. I came to realise how cathartic poetry is to express emotions. Also how powerful it is as a form of capturing memories. Photos capture a memory visually; poetry captures emotions and the way you are thinking at the time. I am living in Berlin at the moment, still writing and have decided it is time to share the thoughts in my head.

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  1. Cheryl Byrne August 14, 2015 — 9:52 am

    What a ride!

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