This packing box inspired me to write a little poem. Since I haven't shared any writing since I finished school, I decided to post it. Poetry isn't my forte, but heck posting it might make me desire to get back on track with my writing.
a plane full of apples must be heavy—
flying above the radios blaring
gossip and inclement weather
but constantly feeling the pull down, down.
a plane full of apples must continue flight
over fields of knobby ribs,
extended arms and sunken bellies
baking in the sun.
a plane full of apples must be satisfied
with tinted windows and music, sweet music,
because the passengers, sipping water and loosening their seatbelts
don’t know it’s a plane full of apples at all.
Monday, November 17, 2008
a plane full of apples
Posted by Jennilyn at 2:09 PM
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6 comments:
lol - how fun! great poem. I need to get back into my writing too, hmmm... maybe you and I should have a "writing pact", and write/share something once a week or so... :)
At UPS, they shipped a plane full of body parts the other day....yuck! 60 ice chests of parts made up of two people who were in a car accident that same day and were listed as "organ donors".
I would much rather plane full of apples!
Nice background too...ha ha
You are a poet! And I didn't know it!
Wait, yes I did: I love the poem you wrote about mother/ancestors--post that one,too! :)
You're great! I can't believe such beauty can come from looking at an apple box!
a plane full of apples must continue flight
over fields of knobby ribs,
extended arms and sunken bellies
baking in the sun.
WOW, this part made me cry.
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