Pene Burkey Poems
|41.||Those Old Black And Whites||8/15/2006|
|45.||What Is A Poem?||8/26/2005|
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When I go rolling on my skateboard,
I feel the wind blow on my face.
My body glides along in freedom,
And then my foot keeps up the pace.
I must lean just right to make the curve,
Then get my balance back on track.
I look for the chance to do a trick,
I start the move....no turning back.
I catch the air and do a kick-flip,
The board goes round and meets my feet.
I get anxious as I start a trick,
But glad its ended safe and neat.
My board becomes part of my body,
I cannot be whole without it.
What if it breaks and leaves me stranded? ...
I wonder how the world began...
And how did life come about?
Who determines fiction from fact?
Can you help me out?
What was I before my birth,
And what exists after I die?
If all begins and ends the same...
Why do we try and try and try?