Ball: A Metaphoric Poem

Ball

A Golden ball orbits my head

Revolving at a steady pace

Horizontally

Glistening in the high noon sun

Why question the orb's existence?

Gawping at me

Laughing

Commenting

Making conclusions offering explanation with scientific justification

Who is this being with ball revolving?

I know why it's here

It's the guardian

The protector

Overseeing actions

Dissuading from evil

Insuring good

A spherical guide via destiny to fate

My father

Mother

Brother

Mentor.

Golden master never leave me in the decrepit hands of evil

Forever banish the Dark quadrangle

Keep me sane.

© Simon Mack 1987

Simon Mack's comments:

We all talk to ourselves, and than mechanism keeps us in check whilst also pushing the boundaries of sane decision. That relationship is in discussion here in a poem from long ago.... but I'm still talking!

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