adventures in dysthymia

Monday, March 07, 2005

BOWLING BALL

Tomorrow is a bowling ball...
no, no, that’s ridiculous.
Surely I could come up
with better imagery, something
that really pulls you
into this poem. Then I’d say
something else, something
kind of profound, y’know?
Something to make sense
of a statement like
tomorrow is a bowling ball.

Well, maybe it is.

After all, it can be hard
and knock you off your feet.
After all, it often finds
its way to the gutter.
Oh, I’m forcing this, aren’t I?
Tomorrow isn’t a bowling ball
and I’ve nothing profound to say.

Perhaps I will in the next poem.

Stephen Brooke ©2005

after posting the first half of this poem this morning, thinking any more would be reduntant, I found myself adding a second stanza -- so this is now the revised version!

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