Oni Hayes

Rookie (Long Island, New York)

The Anticipation Of Implosion - Poem by Oni Hayes

Vibrating fingers echo
Starting slow and ending fast, a reputation of breaths
A pulsing clock moving in snail’s motion
A melody in the silence

Fidgeting, no position feels acceptable
Humid hands locked together
Abdominal butterflies flicker
The heart and mind race together

Questions waiting to be solved
A beating bomb’s anticipation of implosion
Over exaggeration for an understatement

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  • (3/1/2007 3:54:00 PM)

    This is very well written with a great title. Good one.
    Anna xxx

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 1, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 25, 2011

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