Friday, August 6, 2010

Buffer

You cannot see my forcefield,
But you know it's there.
You will not cross my yellow tape,
There's a crime scene here.
You avoid bursting my bubble
And breathing noxious air.
You stay outside my atmosphere
Yet gravity draws you near.

3 comments:

Brent Vogelman said...

And that's a wrap (for the week). Enjoy the weekend.

Edward Yoo said...

Another awesome example of your ability to organically weave true rhyme into your poetry, Brent.

Brandi Kary said...

The rhyme is so subtle, I love the abstract of the poem and the use of color and gasses. (did I just say that?)
There's a mystery to this one.