Monday, May 30, 2011

Poem of the Week

Bicycle Spokes

Ten sharp bicycle spokes gripped in his hand
a bundle ready to drop into the dartboard of life on the ground
at the northern axis of the planet
polar bears ran to avoid getting struck

One spoke pierced hunger
One spoke pierced fear
One spoke pierced loneliness

Two spoked penetrated invasion of privacy
and destruction

The other five spokes penetrated the ills of war,
disease, deceit, pain, and betrayal.

Copyright 2011 Julie Kovacs

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