Colatterball
In the game of pool
there’s always a ball
sits in the way
no function at all
never the focus
never the choose
just for the leverage
make other balls move
predestined high stake goals
on green felt my body rolls
collateral leverage I push on cue
bounce off the rail, not significant
push on thru
collaterball damage
that was me, nothing more to do
@PineTreeTree that was really cleverly written💗 but it made me sad to know the reality of it🙁 pine to me you will always soooo very significant 💗 I love you💗 it's a great poem my little piney winey💗
@Tinywhisper11 Thank you ❤️ I love you too ❤️
@PineTreeTree I love the wordplay with collateral damage and collateral ball—it adds such a clever yet sorrowful depth to the poem. The metaphor of the unnoticed, unchosen ball—"never the focus, never the choose"—captures a quiet resignation, a life shaped by forces beyond control. And that final line, "collaterball damage, that was me, nothing more to do," lands with a quiet but powerful finality. Also, it made me sad :( But overall, a wonderfully melancholic reflection on purpose and agency.
@azurePond Thank you