Sunday, April 14, 2019

NaPoWriMo, Day Fourteen, Poem Fourteen


Shape of Days

Circles look too easy
to represent our life.

If  cycles resembled
an isosceles triangle,
our descent to lowest point,
would feel more honest.

Let's use square wheels
on our children's bikes.
Teach them no journey's easy.

When older, give them ovals
so they're hyper-aware
when they come down
from their high.

Makes more sense
for the world is flat.

More violently spun,
occasionally flipped
like a board game
from a rage-quitting god.



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