I've been reading a lot of e.e. cummings lately, and I love what he does with form in his poetry. I thought I'd have a go myself...
three balls
two hands
throw
catch
throw
catch throw
throw catch throw
catch
throw
thud
one falls
thud thud
with only one me
and so much to do
how can i keep juggling
throwing and catching
keep the balls in the air
throwing and catching
is anyone there
another ball
two hands
four balls
faster faster
thud thud thud thud
enough
won't somebody stop me
or teach me
or train me
or grow me
or show me
thie juggling act is too much for me
the circus i'm in has forgotten
thow catch thud
i can only perform when i'm free.
C.S. Burroughs
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