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.
really good, has a nice flow and a happy ending
ReplyDeleteYou're a really great poet (I follow you on twitter).
ReplyDeleteThe flow for this poem is very smooth, and the description used creates an excellent picture for the reader.
I really admire your work. :)