The Writers' Circle

This is not something I usually write. This was written in ten minutes, without stopping. I think it conveys my jumbled emotions.. please take a look! Would be pleased with some feedback.

Rainbow Ball

One
Two 
Three.

Dead as a doorknob 
they say.

The pneumatic ball
flies

wheeeee

across the sky

to the new dawn
of hope.



Death's a strange thing 
they say.
Odd, they say.
Bizarre, they say.

I disagree.
Death is life.

Life is a rainbow's juices
flowing forth from the fruits of the womb.

Womb is a funny word. So is death.
It's a hard word to say, death. 
The tongue can't quite say it with

ease.

Now death: death is the rainbow's juices spilt.
Expunged of beauty, 
bereft of order,
but still,

there.

I want to be that ball.
Free from the eternal pain and anguish of the smudginess of colour.

I want to be a rainbow ball.