Right out of the gate
the world grows eyes on the inside of time.
A banana tree as tall as an eyelash
bears bunches of fat yellow legs,
clusters of pendular legs are called hands.
Contradictions serve to jog you out of your mind.
Try not to think of babies kicking their own toes,
or ponder too much
on tarantulas and small venomous snakes.
Lifting the rusting machinery of a primal brain
can be hard work if you’re not used to it.
nevertheless,
raise a blink that takes a snapshot of a life.
After much rehabilitation and recover
feel free to postulate
that life seems much longer than it really is.
Most mature bananas are about the same length,
this simple observation alone
will make you unrecyclable forever.
Categories:
unrecyclable, poetry,
Form: Free verse
sitting here
looking up at you
looking down on us
watching
you reflect
that we may see
how blessed we are…
without conscience
we’ve littered
your front yard
with non-degradable
and unrecyclable
technological junk…
yet you continue
to smile on us—
cycle after cycle
in the fullness
of your celestial glow
of peace and love
that has yet
to be reflected
here on earth…
with such
a beautiful glowing
queen as you
the sun
cannot help
but to shine brightly
that we may enjoy
the mysterious beauty
you give the night…
Categories:
unrecyclable, beauty, imagery, metaphor, moon,
Form: Free verse
My school was named after Nicolaus Copernicus,
and the teachers asked us to sing songs about him
halting the Sun and moving the Earth.
But I could not imagine anybody with arms that long
and realized I know nothing about the world.
Jesus was a God and Jesus said that
“there will be signs in the sun, moon, and stars”
and “people will faint from terror,” and
I was one of these people afraid that Copernicus
Changes his mind and pushes the Sun on us.
And this is how the life of a little 7-year-old would have ended,
Crashed in Copernicus’ huge hands, melted, evaporated.
But instead, she lived on to write about the world she grew to know.
The world of constant uncertainties, unrecyclable plastics, and bad pop songs.
The world that forgot that Copernicus’ hands are long enough to smash it.
Categories:
unrecyclable, allegory, angst, confusion, religion,
Form: Free verse
sitting here
looking up at you
looking down on us
watching
you reflect
the day’s light
that we may see
how blessed we are…
without conscience
we’ve littered
your front yard
with non-degradable
and unrecyclable
technological junk…
yet you continue
to smile on us—
cycle after cycle
in the fullness
of your celestial glow
of peace and love
that has yet
to be reflected
here on earth…
with such
a beautiful glowing
queen as you
the sun
cannot help
but to shine brightly
that we may enjoy
the mysterious beauty
you give the night…
Categories:
unrecyclable, 8th grade, beauty, imagery,
Form: Free verse