Member Poem

Catapulted  into seething temperatures,
risking adventures that seem inane,
potential hazard weighted against prospect,
one day would I peer back in retrospect,
maybe I might blush with embarrassment,
a  extremely deep intense facial blush in rear mirror,
I sniff and swipe against the challenging metal sheen edges,
of a venerable vessel whose magic lurked,
the mystery excited my Olympic speed neurons,
powers unimaginable may or may not transfer,
the onus would quite obviously be on this aspirant,
to channel every potential benefit within my grasp,
behemoth capability might need some invention,
but such a reflection might contradict somehow,
those dreams we  harbour hinge on automatic
reform,
transformation in eye blinks and novel seconds,
torrents churn internal indeed burn eternal,
as quests and questions vie for notice,
yet I am enduring furnace swathes defiant,
and my stolid stoic resistance shall imbue,
that essence of the self who can now,
engage with an unlimited supply potent,
rivers of that taut tantalising options unveil,
I might undergo a mythic proportion process,
so incredible might this catalytic appear,
if one contemplates how I may escape,
obstacles and hurdles they snap canine,
weird whistle environs are a deft reminder,
unsubtle hint ferocious yet I cling,
to bold notions without surrender,
it’s the impetus I insist on when confronted,
by what seem a strange concoction,
strange is an aberration in word selection,
in world encounter especially when failure,
inability to extricate in prompt stepwise manner,
and how infinite is this sun drenched brew to commence  with,
am I presuming a benevolence untested,
by the experts I have trusted in previous episodes,
as one  can perceive such a plenteous plethora,
of explicable and quite inexplicable life event extant,
where I had to be lightning dash on foot of advice,
that was often difficult to digest instantly,
and such counsel may have impinged sacred oaths,
beliefs, creeds of every category, doctrines on doubt,
but somehow that did act as an inhibitor,
to my eternal delight I surmounted theses contests,
which without warning had this ghostlike veneer yet,
aptly timed intervention  that educed  reflective response,
but at this moment liquid snarl upon snarl,
jolts this inward athletic narrative,
where my optimism meets  sticky raised barriers,
will it suffocate in stringent atmospheric emulsion