Bouncing around the room
like ping pong balls blown
in and out of people’s mouths,
some are left in the corner
others roll under a glass table in full view.
Those are the words
I can’t take my eyes off,
those strange words.
I pick them up.
I throw them
just to see.
See where they land
see how they fall,
see if you will catch
just one or two.
Or just watch me
pocket them
without a word.
The first stanza created such great imagery for this poem, and it really set the tone for a wonderful poem. Thanks for sharing.
Be careful – sometimes words can be mre like billiard balls…
Ouch!