Friday, January 29, 2016


The restless feathers ruffled on a cone
when the game began in an open court.
Passions would collide to vie for the throne,
as the shuttle whirled and flew, back and forth.
The crowd oohed to the rhythm of the squeaks.
Their heads yo-yoed to track the plumy bird.
Louder than the action the echoes speak.
The pace so furious that sighting is blurred.
The shuttle shuttles like an emotion -
soars and dips to our whimsical fancies.
Sometimes it thuds on the web it can’t shun,
and the wings wither while its powers cease.
The game may end, and players play their part.
But the drama is instilled in each one’s heart.

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