Gumball Machine

jen8 (47) in poetry • 7 years ago

It stood there,

Full of potential.

The giant gumball machine was clear,

With colored, rounded bundles inside.

Each one completely unique,

And separated from the bunch,

Only when it was time,

For one of them to take the giant fall,

Out of the comfort of the masses,

And into a brave new world.

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7 years ago by jen8 (47)

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petepeterepeat (40) · 7 years ago

I really like this. Beautiful and metaphorical.
A gumball awaiting its turn, to become a ruminated sticky mass, then to reside for eternity, stuck firmly to the underside of a classroom desk :)

jen8 (47) · 7 years ago

Haha...I actually laughed out loud when reading this. I like where you went with this :)

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