JUGGLING PLATES
Multiple plates
fly up in the air,
juggle the words,
make sense of the stares.
Play witty word games;
really: who cares!
FOUR PLATES AT ONCE
is all i can handle.
Any more
and i start to unravel.
Can i juggle the time,
the feelings,
the sleep?
The lack-of-thereof
as i'm falling, so deep.
Admire, contempt,
they're part of the spin.
Skill is expected,
in order to win.
Juggling's an art,
an artist, i am.
FOUR PLATES AT ONCE
i'm jumping through hoops.
i'm
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juggling and jumping...thats gotta take some mad talent...i feel lie that, sometimes...
ReplyDeleteI really enjoy this metaphor of keeping up with all of the expectations in life. It takes great skill to avoid falling short.
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ReplyDeleteJoanny
Cleverly written poem -- both a metaphor for adults keeping up with life as such with some very expensive plates and a delightful lighthearted read.
ReplyDeleteJoanny
No easy task, all this jumping and juggling - I like the rhythm of your poem.
ReplyDeleteLife is a bit like spinning plates, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteThis was clever and true
ReplyDeletesomehow I feel you can do it
Heck, I've had more plates than that up in the air at one time..I just never counted
Jumping all over the place & lots to juggle in life ~ this is a great Magpie!
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