Living Pinball

This marvel game of tilt

Is woven with pathways

Speed ramps with revolving designed platelets

Designated to illustrate that

Scoring points makes the difference

In your status

As king within a machine

Of calculated chance

Two flippers are your aid to advance

Claiming a score

Infinite in measure

Displaying colorful lighted numbers

On a flashing scoreboard

Being on constant display

Each quarter put forth towards

A gameplay that's worth

Cherishing the accelerated rush

Of becoming an embodiment

Visualized as

A silver rounded ball-bearing

Rolling from target to target

Enjoying the jubilee of my involvement

While becoming apart of

The game of my life's

Decorated scoring machine

I'm the living pinball

A rolling entity of scoring propaganda

That's never afraid of losing

Even in the midst of going downhill

Behind flippers and into the losing pit of no return

Reviews

[Krista Weiss]

Wow!!! Amazing poem!! Loved it! :)

[kublakhan27]

This is just awesome...the imagery really brings this metaphor to life...great piece.

[Lucy Morningstar &heart..]

automatically the song 'pinball wizard' comes to mind here lol I really like the imagergy, nice job!

[Joanna Johnson]

Very interesting. Like the imagery. what is your message -- what are you trying to say about your life as it relates to the pinball machine? Are you saying that we are aimlessly tossed back and forth, like pinballs, in this world of propaganda?

Nice.