Argolenza
I see the needle poised
Ready to burst my rosey cheeked red balloon
I see the needle still
Shaking in the carryers hand
And I fear this hand.
I see the needle arc
Ready to suck used air out
And I see the needle arc
I see my needle fall
And nothing seems to stop the descent
I see my needle maul
My rosy cheeked red ballon
And the string that keeps it from floating
Drops limp accross my hand.















Comments
Live. And write. With great haste.
Ray Bradbury
~mortified, petrified, stupefied...by you~
Would love to read more of your work.
tobie
Learn to love
and live to love
and learn to love living
Great relaying of emotion here. As always, your poems never cease to amaze me and make me feel.
beautiful somber words
Love the repetition with the arc thing; sweet stuff..
Pach
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