Thread: Behind the 8 Ball.

She sparkles behind the 8 ball
Half smiles reflect off mirrored glass
And mosaic back splashes illuminate her mood

The volume is pumping
A crescendo of vocals
Rise and fall
Strong and weak
High and low
Gathered in communion
Bigger,
Better,
Greater,
In their fellowship

LBB

I like the flow of this one, although I really don't have an inkling what it is about - it does flow along well, and end nicely -
I did wonder what you used the commas near the end when you don't use any punctuation elsewhere - just wondering
---todd

Well, let's see. Now I never thought of pool balls as "she," but in a full rack I think the seven ball and the nine ball are there.

Going with the pool ball thesis, the firsrt stanza is about the rack waiting to be hit. Then the secind stanza is about the break
and the balls flying around the table and gladly falling into the pockets.

Now I know that wasn't what you were shooting for but I couldn't resist. Like toddm I have no clue as to the target of this poem.

Read aloud it sounds nice and flows well. I do like the use of the commas since they give a sharp pause after a ball drops into a pocket.

I wrote this in a crowded bar, full of vatos, one night -- it was a riff on the mood I felt permeating from the crowd.

Urban Dictionary: vato

got it . .possibly . . you haven't hit the ball yet have you?

I like the crowd psyche.

Hit the ball? Heck -- I'm a Ball Breaker.