Wednesday, August 18, 2010
MyPoWriYe # 140 - each time i fly
each time i fly
above the earth
i sit and stare
each farm
each field
becomes a square
my country is
a board game now
i can't see
human
car
or cow
just lines of city
drawn in place
mountains
deserts
traced in space
rivers of water
strips of sand
shapes
embroidered
on the land
the world looks
small
from way up high
i feel small too
each time i fly
(c) Amy LV
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Amy,
ReplyDeleteSometimes your poems just give me a chill - they are that good. This one just fits together like a perfect puzzle - and makes a strong connection to those of us who have ever looked outside an airplane window.
I love the spaciousness and height of this poem. And I wonder...what if a bird in flight had the same sort of experience? Also, wouldn't it be cool to climb a high enough tree to see the world this way, sittin' out on a limb?
ReplyDeleteThank you, Susan and Cecilia. I love looking out airplane windows. And it was such fun to see the children's delight in this too! We got to see the world by day and by night this week!
ReplyDeleteA.
I thought this poem is just wonderful! I love your writing.
ReplyDeleteCharles,
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. Your words mean a lot to me...it will be such a treat to meet you in Orlando! Are you considering attending the Kidlitosphere Conference in October? We're hopefully doing a Poetry Friday panel. You know, you should consider getting in on Poetry Fridays. It's a lot of fun!
A.