They met each other
quite simply,
on the road.
He was weary.
Foot grown
heavy.
Dodging the volleys
of countless pursuers.
Her pink protection
a welcome site
for a weary driver.
They traveled far
Chocolate brown mountains,
lush jungles,
caverns, dungeons.
Power sliding
in and out of cups:
Mushroom, Star.
He used her.
A distraction
For opponents.
Plunging her deep
into their backs.
A momentum loss.
As he zipped past
crestfallen ally
and karted-off foe alike
in pursuit of greatness.
But, on occassion
they would reconnect.
Their purpose strong.
Their vision,
noble and clear:
that dinosaur
can make a relic
of man.
Friday, June 4, 2010
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2 comments:
So this is my Mario Kart poem. Unlike Edward's mine has no sizzle. I jus wanted to refer to as many different things from the game as possible. I do loke how I used "plunging" because of Mario's plumbership. I also like the last line. Though I'm not sure how good the last stanza is.
This poem captures the whimsical fun of Mario Kart splendidly. The references are all there. I was looking for the term "power sliding" for my own poem, but couldn't find it: you use it well here, and I love the images offered in the second stanza as a whole. The reference to the mustachioed plumber is subtle and effective as well, and the final line is awesome, while reaffirming Yoshi's dominance in the circuit. I love this poem, Chris! It makes me happy.
Alas, we were masters of different generations of Mario Kart. Fond memories regardless.
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