Caren Krutsinger Poet Personification

I Move Rapidly

I implode into myself and 
immediately begin regenerating.
Someone throws a box on me.
I spark up, mad.
I am jumping, popping, orange and black mad now.
I almost get her face.
I am in a new dimension of self, my angry mode.
Smacking, packling, mackling mad.
I turn the box flakey, gray, and watch
satisfied when I decimate it completely
and it falls into my bowels.
A human dumps dried oak leaves over my head.
I like oak leaves; they are fun.
I move rapidly, my gray clouds rise 
floating dangerously toward them.
Someone pops a chair over me.
I take my time with it,
chairs are slow to start.
But when they do,
it's so much fun 
to destroy.

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Gershon Wolf March 18, 2018 at 10:21 PM Caren, seriously: You really should round up your personifications and sell them as educational puzzles / riddles / treasure hunts. I think there's some $$$ lurking for your here. Try it. Go for it! Best wishes, Gershon Caren Krutsinger March 19, 2018 at 12:04 AM Gershon, I could use these at school. Maybe I will. Thanks! Caren