November 11, 2011
Poetry Scribble: Bad Decision Making Poetry!
It’s poem day! (Like every day this week!) This poem is about… well, you figure it out. Maybe you’ll know.
Failure to Adapt
It always starts as a good idea.
Genius, really,
a thought of kings,
balancing a crown atop
curvy cloud bubbles,
the sort of thought that injects
straight into your face
until you smile.But there’s consequences.
A boulder rolls downward
and you stand to face it.
Stalwart
you stare into impending death
without showing fear.
The bubbles should be enough,
murmuring happily before you,
and if they don’t protect you,
nothing wrong with being a bit thinner.
Rolling, it picks up speed
soap impacting its surface.
A crown bounces on stone,
denting.
Compressed, you become batter,
stuck to ungreased pan,
and now is the time for regret
again.Oaths are sworn.
Never again is the mantra
chanted among the cavern walls
and yet
it does
seem like it would work
next time.