Monday, 21 January 2013


One end of a see-saw goes high in the air
and another end bangs on the ground of despair.
Tom’s in the middle with a foot on each side
scratching his forehead - he cannot decide;
(wibbling and dribbling, sizzle and shiver)
upstream or down a meandering river?

So he jumps to the left and strides to the sun,
freedom from wobbles, at last, he can run
smiles for the trust in his heart - that he won.


  1. really good, has a nice flow and a happy ending

  2. You're a really great poet (I follow you on twitter).
    The flow for this poem is very smooth, and the description used creates an excellent picture for the reader.
    I really admire your work. :)