A Poem by Cindy Marietta

The shoes are uncomfortable on my feet but
not in the place
it's a strange sensation.
I don't have some cool stride or 
sequence of steps
A grand arm swing or any particular mechanism.
I just roll the ball down the floor.
And some pins are knocked down,
but after each turn they are 
stood upright again by a big, metal machine.
No questions asked, they deserve to be standing,
it is their job.
The game could not continue if they kept to the floor.
But perhaps, they'd prefer to stay in the gutter.
That way, they won't get knocked down again. 

© 2016 Cindy Marietta

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Only you could bring out the philosophy of bowling.

Posted 4 Years Ago

Cindy Marietta

4 Years Ago

And after all this time you still know me so well..:)

4 Years Ago

You're unforgettable my friend

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Added on January 6, 2016
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