Snowglobe

I live inside a snowglobe,

trapped and confined

to this eerie conformity,

that I can often say

I do mind,

My bones tend to break,

every time the world shakes.

Tearing apart my humanity,

and replacing it

with horrid insanity.

I am thrown around

and around and around,

and even upside down.

Yet, I still haven’t found

any such ground.

I am spinning,

forced to fly on land,

and swim in the sky

As I walk upon the sea,

accepting this

lie, this reality.

My words may flow

upon this world,

my truest home.

But I still live,

alone... inside this,

snowglobe.

Reviews

[Urja Gokani]

well penned amazingly written keep it up :)

[Coyote Poetry]

A sad place to be. Locked in a snow globe, watching the world inside a prison of a snow globe. I like the internal thoughts leading to the strong ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[dan]

Brian, The concepts that you are coming up with to write about? Truly inspired, the products of a fertile literary mind. Living in a snowglobe? I'll be honest with you...when I started reading it I felt a bit of trepidation, a little ".......what?????" But you adroitly pulled it off and made it your own, following the concept through with mature and concise wordplay and soft-spoken degrees of emotion. Outstanding! take care...dan