This is a poem I wrote today. It was supposed to be in response to a lesson in the book I'm working my way through. It doesn't necessarily fit the assignment given, but I'm pretty happy with it anyway! Let's just say, it's a good thing this wasn't for a class!
The Flight
How quickly the world was overtaken
by tiny black aliens intent on sewing
together the quilting block fields.
I see them only on occasion and wonder
at how industriously they sew
their new world together and rips
cannot be seen. I spend the rest of my journey
wondering if I could walk
on the ethereal carpet outside
if I were in first class.
The Flight
How quickly the world was overtaken
by tiny black aliens intent on sewing
together the quilting block fields.
I see them only on occasion and wonder
at how industriously they sew
their new world together and rips
cannot be seen. I spend the rest of my journey
wondering if I could walk
on the ethereal carpet outside
if I were in first class.