Holly Bohto Poet Free verse

Flaming With Marbles

THESE

 marbles that roll

inside my head

BECOME

 a flaming fire

when I dream in bed

AWAKENINGS

from these nightly rituals

writing this crap down is

 my morning habitual

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Christy Stover November 15, 2016 at 9:31 PM I absolutely love it. I'm a bit jealous though because I lost my marbles a long time ago. Great poem. Holly Bohto November 16, 2016 at 6:24 PM when you loose your marbles...you can always collect them bach again. and be marbelous. like Chris said.

Chris Green November 14, 2016 at 8:04 AM Nothing will stop those marbles once they start rolling around. Crap, ha, I think not, this one was marblelous. : ) Holly Bohto November 14, 2016 at 9:34 AM I'm being playful with structure and meaning and a title all wrapped around in an art piece... Thanks Chris.