the young expect it…
some slow hunch that
a tension easing break
will come with evening
before their commitment to
the letting go of sleep
then a rooftop trumpeter
plays his call to arms
to fast gather them
intent…with pillows
to join the chaos
now forming in the yards
hilarity grows slowly as
they shuffle restless feet
circling…anticipating…with
darting eyes and muscles taut
waiting…waiting for the blast
to charge…charge…charge them
into raucous cushioned battle
to aim high… feint low,
launch the forced blow,
lash grab swing to falling,
let fly epithets and groans
and moans and laughter
and victory shouting as
foam and feathers fill
arenas of their passion
neediness
Bonnie Marshall
Proem... 
Very dynamic. Great picture choice!
Thank you Nancy! Just remembering. Smiles
This poem has a very nice pace that builds through it. But I am not sure whether the ending is a celebration or something darker. ? As always, great work.
Grateful thanks! Mere youthful exuberance. Not all flash mobs are destructive. Smiles.
I love your written style. Your words are very picturesque yet alluringly mysterious – I like that tension. I look forward to reading through more of your work.
And I look forward to your visits. Smile.
I absolutely love this!
before their commitment to
the letting go of sleep
and
to aim high… feint low,
launch the forced blow,
lash grab swing to falling,
let fly epithets and groans
and moans and laughter
Beautifully done!
Know I appreciate your specific kindness. Smiles.
Reblogged this on c4cex.
Know I appreciate your kindness very much. Very.