Kicking

 

 

Kicking

I could kick the world from my swing,
but I am too polite,
so I drag my feet,
across the world as it turns.
I feel the tops of large buildings
and a rainforest near ruin.
The grape waves of oceans,
fast dancing with bottles,
and a ton of old plastic,
it makes itself swallow.
There is a sweatshop & child's hair
I touch soft with my heels.
All the people are drinking
the new wine when it spills,
praising God & the masses
for political kills.
The people stand quizzical,
but few are alert.
I drag over it all in a swing I can trust.
The faces all blur.
I swing forward and back.
I hope, in the world, that no one is hurt.
A hope that is foolish, like a torch
or a lamp,
that flickers and flutters,
when the light has slipped out.

 

Reviews

[R.R.Louderback]

Phibby, this kind of introspective piece, so well executed, is a truly enjoyable read.

It was rhythmic without being too forced or structured. It flowed well and the imagery, so very strong, made it powerful.

Brava!

[Glo]

I felt my mind swinging as I read and could almost feel my feet brushing over the images you so gently described. Sometimes quiet words speak the loudest. Nicely done.

[Doctor JKC]

Keep up the gentleness and awareness of yourself.
This world is holographic and you alone are
making a giant impact.
It will turn around sooner than you expect.

Also you made me aware of this fast spinning Earth.

Wonderful work!
Jack

[Jibey]

A powerfuil protest... Well done

[Vironykah]

that was an amazing poem about the awareness of the horrible state our world is headed to.

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