Bouncing

It’s Monday, which means a new quadrille for DVerse! this week we are writing 44-word poems that contain some form of the word “bounce.”


When I was a child
I collected bouncy balls,
Loving how, dropping them down,
They would rise up even higher.

I loved all the colors,
Had quite a collection,
And I still have much life
Ahead of me,
Which, having fallen,
Will rise higher.

11 thoughts on “Bouncing

  1. Oh my goodness. I SO love where this went!
    “And I still have much life
    Ahead of me,
    Which, having fallen,
    Will rise higher.”

    The changeup from past to now, the talking about the object, and then owning it as metaphor. Perfect, really.

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  2. Yesterday, I bought myself a hot-pink handball that lights up when it bounces. (I told my kids that that one was MY toy … but that I’d share it with them if they’d take good care of it too.)

    Yes, I still buy myself toys. I also got some squishy, pastel-pink Flarp. 😛

    You’re so right, metaphorically speaking: if we’re bouncy boys and girls, we’ll just rise higher every time we’re dropped.

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