A while back I posted a yoyo poem.
Well, I decided to revise it, and I’d like to know what you guys think.
Just a Yo-yo
Like a man at sea, I cast my bait,
but to catch a quarry of a different state.
It creates something, all of its own,
An undefined place, an unhindered time
An unbroken state, an unhindered rhyme.
It catches a string for only a moment,
then lets it go for no purpose.
Its runs like a dog, but must come back to my hand,
with a flick of my wrist it soon understands.
Like a clock it stops,
and must be winded again.
Then within a second, it spins a thousand years,
slowly relieving the worst of my fears.
Repeating, advancing, progressing the past
A moment in music…
A cascading cadenza, three times as fast
It flows like quicksilver,
so quick yet still smooth.
It has life within it,
and never ceases to move.