Swirling

Swirling, twirling, whirling Around, and around, and around Till the world spins even when I'm still Jumping, skipping, hopping Up and down and up again Till the ground doesn't exist Swimming, flipping, diving Up, down, around every which way So that gravity and direction mean nothing How can I change the way the world looks today?

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Theresa Johnston

Date: 1/6/2012 11:18:00 AM

Jacque, So active and alive are your words! I like the pace of this poem. It inspires me to give the free verse a try. Also, thanks for commenting on my poem. It means a lot to me as a new poet. Have a most creative day! Theresa

Funom Makama

Date: 11/16/2011 2:30:00 PM

This is excellent and perfectly crafted to bring out the meaning as glaring as possible. I love this piece!