Defiled Sparkle
ice like
polished glass of
cat's eye marble
duckling steps
blundering feet
heavy brown skates
awkwardness ensues;
clumsy pigeon-feet scratches
tarnish once immaculate cold ice
almost a fall;
i flounder and clunk
to the nearest rink's edge
i halt further mutilation
i stop further profanity
to this ice, this slice of perfection
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1 comments:
Hahaha<3 Totally love this one... I suppose I'm the main character in this poem. xp Yes, blundering, clumsy pigeon-feet tarnishing the ice.
"This slice of perfection" - I LOVE that. ,\
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