Poem -
Out of sorts
Many a dawn
I feel like I've woken up
with a skateboard stuck
to my pretty ugly head
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Forced to roll with it,
I slither backwards
to the floor
from my bed
I ride upside down
for the rest of the day
My vision is blurred
and not much makes sense;
I keep ramming into
cement curb and fence
The pressure impedes my judgement
And all I achieve is grazes and bumpment
...oh and fractures and bruising
The worst part is:
everyone else thinks I'm cruising
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I liked the metaphor of the skate boarding through life. Or, are you a real skate boarder? I often get lost in a metaphor. I could see a person at a skate board park, riding up and down the ramps, doing tricks, falling down, getting hurt. Then, like in life, you jump back on the board -- to find a new way to ride, with less falls. Mastering your skills in life, whether on a skate board or in literature. I felt movement within the poem. Well done.Â
Favorite Part:Â
My vision is blurred
and not much makes sense;
I keep ramming into
cement curb and fence
Thank you for sharing your poetry.Â
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Thank you. It is completely metaphor. (last time I was a "skater" was 29 years ago! ) Haha