So it is conference and research project time for my classes, and my time to get away and do things for myself online are limited. However, I did manage to write these two poems while on a flight last week. They are not my favorites, but they also don't discuss time or writing, which I call a win since those are my default last minute poem topics.
One is inspired by being on the plane itself, and the other by wishing I was back on the ground, enjoying what Spring finally has to offer.
I still have a lot of catching up to do with the challenge, and I'm hoping to make that up once Conference week is over this Monday.
NPMC15 Poem 6
"Extra Ordinary"
Should the moment our feet
leave the ground ever become
mundane?
When the amazing becomes
routine and
we no longer drop our jaws in awe
will we have lost a bit of ourselves?
Every now and again
if only for a moment
can we not return to that first time?
before we knew the
beautiful and boring swoops of flight
when our friends were more
than a few keystrokes away?
If we forget how unbelievable
the everyday is
that we should breathe at all
do we lose the right to do it?
NPMC15 Poem 7
"Cherry Blossoms"
She holds the petals in her hands
for a moment
they are all that she sees
these pink and white tree teardrops
gentler than a kiss of rain
so gentle she fears if she blinks
they will cease to exist
if only for that fractioned moment
So she lets her hands fall
releasing them to nature
watching as they flutter
easy as fairy wings
into the long, sharp grass
One is inspired by being on the plane itself, and the other by wishing I was back on the ground, enjoying what Spring finally has to offer.
I still have a lot of catching up to do with the challenge, and I'm hoping to make that up once Conference week is over this Monday.
NPMC15 Poem 6
"Extra Ordinary"
Should the moment our feet
leave the ground ever become
mundane?
When the amazing becomes
routine and
we no longer drop our jaws in awe
will we have lost a bit of ourselves?
Every now and again
if only for a moment
can we not return to that first time?
before we knew the
beautiful and boring swoops of flight
when our friends were more
than a few keystrokes away?
If we forget how unbelievable
the everyday is
that we should breathe at all
do we lose the right to do it?
NPMC15 Poem 7
"Cherry Blossoms"
She holds the petals in her hands
for a moment
they are all that she sees
these pink and white tree teardrops
gentler than a kiss of rain
so gentle she fears if she blinks
they will cease to exist
if only for that fractioned moment
So she lets her hands fall
releasing them to nature
watching as they flutter
easy as fairy wings
into the long, sharp grass
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