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The Potential: a poetry post


Sara at Mum Turned Mom has chosen the word 'potential' as her latest prompt.


To be honest, I was stuck there for a while, but then I was thinking about gravitational potential energy and Wile E Coyote, and I came up with this poem, which I've also done a reading of on Facebook live (click here for that):


The Potential


This poem,

poised on the precipice
has potential
to kill you dead.

To whistle its way down

to a million-mile-away valley floor
landing in its own
mini-mushroom puff.

But it won't.

You'll just beep, and run on by
or maybe pause for a moment

wondering why it's poised just so,

was it put there on purpose?

Or has its context 

been whittled and abridged away?

Perhaps you see my design

in balancing this poem here
with all its potential.

Pause a while longer, 

and you'll see yourself in it.


Ⓒ Cara L McKee 27/4/17




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