Yoyo

by Mark   Oct 11, 2017


Am I alike a yoyo?
if so - the axle is my heart
two discs are mind and body,
the force throw of gravity
will always return me
motioning and spinning
for quite some time on occasion.

Always returning
as a bird bound to an empty nest,
a prisoner to a cell;
serving a life sentence.
As a lost member
drowning in society's flooded chasm
of what is
or should not be
who never will truly find home.

What colour yoyo?
Black.
Black is said not be a colour
I differ, for black is how I feel,
black is the colour of my blood
when depression shows its ugly face
In my mind.

Black - are the ghosts that whisper
depression poems
incessantly in my ear.
the anguish tears my skin;
skinning a beast
caught and killed in the wild.

Black is the colour of my best friend
whom does not know
that I want to be there for her
though I do not even know how -
to be there for myself!
But I digress.

The string entwines my heart
with mercy it straightens
only to choke me again,
held by the controllers
the controllers play the game
I am a game.

I feel like a game being played
when a lover abandons my heart
leaving behind a small token
from years of monogamous devotion.

When a promotion refused
a chance glance at my arm
unruly and permanently marked
teenage years of deterrents!

It all seems like a complex
Yoyo trick;
one weaved by bored masters
rotating mind and body
for the sake of creating -
a set of touching overlaps,
each entanglement
a pain in my chest.
Like an raveling maze
adjacent and above, dangling
on another maze;
predetermined, governed
by a gravity
that I, am not even sure -
I want to be a part of!

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  • 7 years ago

    by Jamie

    Your poems are always so amazing to me. The way your imagery plays out inside the readers head is stunning. I love each stanza here honestly. Because you take something so simple, a simple concept like a yo yo and make the read feel a certain emotion. It is not easily done at all but you did well.

    In my mind you used so many metaphors but two big ones. The colour black and the string of the yoyo. I think tgere is a general idea though, but I'll get to that. The string is heartbreaking because

    I think a lot of people connect to it well. A lot of people say love is a gamble and it does a lot of times leave something around your heart, Ie heartstrings. At first they always seem to not be there because you don't realize it, but as it becomes more appearat, you feel them get pulled more and more. Which leads into the colour black.

    I think this is not a metaphor per se but... it symbolizes darkness, depression anything like that. But you used it describe it well. The emotions you let the reader feel are wonderfully written.

    In general though, i think it could be kind of the "same" two things a lover breaks your heart or depression is your love and it is pulling on your heartstrings and leaving you to feel black, and they are always using you.

    This is an excellent piece either way you look at it.

  • 7 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    I sure enjoyed reading and I have to admit thanks it was nominated. Excellent written and sedes to my favorite. All the very best.

  • 7 years ago

    by mossgirl19

    Oh wow... I truly love the idea here Mark. And can I just say what a brilliant piece about being a yoyo... you do surprise us with even more profound writing every week. Added to my faves. I'm glad it's nominated.

  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    This is astounding glad it was nominated

  • 7 years ago

    by Ya----Na

    Mark, dear friend, what to say, you always leave us speechless with your writing.
    You always find something unique to write about.
    A poem about yo-yo.
    And relating yourself to it.

    The second stanza where you added my favorite color became my favorite stanza too.

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