Embarrassed Dark as the starless midnight sky Head tilted south Hands fan-spread shielding face Grazing, age-old elephant Not bellowing cheers of confidence Instead, lifelessly planted in cemented thought.
Dark grey, a cloud ready to storm Not sitting on the edge of his seat answering the next question slouched down, his tail between his legs Instead wishing he was someone else, some place else.
Sitting at a desk Bent over paper One hand clutching a pencil The other scratching scattered hair Looking like a jack russell terrier Head buried in a rabbit hole Hind legs scratching to get out Or maybe to get deeper in A quivering ball of black and white energy Directionless, yet never stationary.
"Anxious" Sweating while the movement of her feet was light Green as sickness Looking around breathing heavily Like a cat backed into a corner Not standing tall, talking loud, not seen Instead tucked away like a Good Dress in a attic.
Smiling with hands raised up. Her hair was shaking and bouncing all over the place. Swimming and clapping like a dolphin in the ocean. Red like a bouquet of red roses. She wasn't crying with her head down. Instead she was standing tall feeling proud of herself.
Bubbly Washed away in happiness Wiggling fingers, dancing, pattering toes Fluttering about, a seagull in search of prey Vibrant blue ocean Not submersed in despaired Bubbly.
Standing, a warrior in plain sight Unable to retreat the final fight Abuse then torture tightening in the ruff Tomorrow this world or the next, today she's had enough.
Yellow like the sun, beaming on the cool river. Smiling as people cheered, leaning forward, not shy and timid. Like a monkey swinging from tree to tree making giggling sounds. Strutting with his hands curled back.
He would not quit. Blurry eyed and sluggish he ambles in. A limp blue towel is thrust his way Like a big brown bear he lumbars past the humming machine Shiny spandex, bouncing ponytails, tight thighs The foggy grey of sleepiness clears another chance to regain his old self.
Embarrassed
ReplyDeleteDark as the starless midnight sky
Head tilted south
Hands fan-spread shielding face
Grazing, age-old elephant
Not bellowing cheers of confidence
Instead, lifelessly planted in cemented thought.
Defeated
ReplyDeleteDark grey, a cloud ready to storm
Not sitting on the edge of his seat
answering the next question
slouched down, his tail between his legs
Instead wishing he was someone
else, some place else.
"Stuck"
ReplyDeleteSitting at a desk
Bent over paper
One hand clutching a pencil
The other scratching scattered hair
Looking like a jack russell terrier
Head buried in a rabbit hole
Hind legs scratching to get out
Or maybe to get deeper in
A quivering ball of black and white energy
Directionless, yet never stationary.
"Anxious"
ReplyDeleteSweating while the movement of her feet was light
Green as sickness
Looking around breathing heavily
Like a cat backed into a corner
Not standing tall, talking loud, not seen
Instead tucked away like a Good Dress in a attic.
Happy
ReplyDeleteSmiling with hands raised up.
Her hair was shaking and bouncing all over the place.
Swimming and clapping like a dolphin in the ocean.
Red like a bouquet of red roses.
She wasn't crying with her head down.
Instead she was standing tall feeling proud of herself.
Bubbly
ReplyDeleteWashed away in happiness
Wiggling fingers, dancing, pattering toes
Fluttering about, a seagull in search of prey
Vibrant blue ocean
Not submersed in despaired
Bubbly.
Fed up
ReplyDeleteStanding, a warrior in plain sight
Unable to retreat the final fight
Abuse then torture tightening in the ruff
Tomorrow this world or the next, today she's had enough.
Carefree
ReplyDeleteYellow like the sun, beaming on the cool river. Smiling as people cheered, leaning forward, not shy and timid. Like a monkey swinging from tree to tree making giggling sounds. Strutting with his hands curled back.
Y-not?
ReplyDeleteHe would not quit.
Blurry eyed and sluggish he ambles in.
A limp blue towel is thrust his way
Like a big brown bear he lumbars past the humming machine
Shiny spandex, bouncing ponytails, tight thighs
The foggy grey of sleepiness clears
another chance to regain his old self.