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Reaching
by Jared OrlandoThere are days when
We get so nervous that
Our listlessness transforms and
We remove all of the sleeves
From our hardbound books
Stacking them tall, we
Climb upon them to nip the moon
With the tips of our chapped fingers
We scoop into its craters until
The smiles on our faces
Can be seen from the Andromeda
But then the sun begins its creep
And we will begin to melt away
Our legs retracting
We are becoming
small again
Our hands doll-like, our
Joints fused by thick plastic
Frozen in time,
We keep reaching 02/23/2014 Posted on 02/23/2014
Copyright © 2024 Jared Orlando
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gail Wolper on 02/24/14 at 04:03 AM Fantastic! Love all the imagery, this is the kind of poem I wish I had written! |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/24/14 at 03:27 PM Quite the imagination. Sharp images. A new way of reaching for the stars (which has become cliche). |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/24/14 at 04:41 PM Terrific imagery here - takes me up and away. |
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