Marbles

January 11, 2010
By Maura Carey SILVER, River Vale, New Jersey
Maura Carey SILVER, River Vale, New Jersey
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Some say marbles are nothing but glass

It’s shameful how they lie

Marbles are made of stars and gas

That glossy streak is somebody’s sky


Galaxies float in these little balls

Cradled gently in my hands

Heavens swirl as a shooting star falls

And high winds stir up distant sands


Can’t you see all that living and dying

They’re doing way down in their world?

So loud I hear their small voices crying

As chaos is slowly unfurled

The author's comments:
I was imagining a higher being holding "marbles," which were really our galaxy, earth, etc, and looking down on us.

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