That's all. Vicissitudes
of knocks and falls
cast the rubber down.
Down and out and over
the line, into the net
like a line-caught trout
gasping mantras
of hopelessness
of uselessness
of endlessness
until the fish is launched again
like the first small bounce of a rubber ball
a glimpse of silver arcs the stream
parabola of rainbow trout
Self pity is a bouncing ball
that's all. Let it lie quiet
for a while, gathering dust
gathering thrust
for another leap at life.
For Punam’s Poetics prompt: “Life’s lemons and lemonade making” our poetry revolves around dealing with setbacks in life
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