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Crack!
by Kristina Woodhill
Not the Big Bang
opening magnificent doors
Fifteen pool balls forced from rest
collide in smacks
bash against bumpers
angle for escape
madly cross paths seeking
six black holes
perhaps to take them away
from endless repetition
this flat slate land
these scant walls
that bounce back
limit lift off
Newton's laws reaffirmed
Their crush on planets rebuffed
fifteen pool balls
never to orbit a sun
07/05/2022 Author's Note: Playing a lot of 8 ball lately.
Posted on 07/05/2022
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/05/22 at 11:00 PM Love the descriptiveness. Fun read! |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 07/07/22 at 07:16 PM I never would have taken you for a ball abuser ;) |
| Posted by Johnny Crimson on 07/08/22 at 06:05 PM Effect without mentioning the cause... I really enjoyed this. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 09/24/22 at 11:17 PM Your poem s are also an enjoyable read- thanks |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/20/24 at 09:42 PM What a splendid poem and point of view, Kristina. What better metaphors than the ones you find in a pool hall? A great place to have a ball and cue the world. |
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